Butted against villagers in evening clothes
Evening arousal snorted up their pointy noses
Only evening knows
I spent the day making love to a watch
Magniloquent mouthfuls of all ages of milquetoast
I got more in common with a cigarette half-smoked,
Half-exposed
In a puddle halfway down the block
I’m up that sugarcoated stretch of “apparently”
Trying not to think of anyone who means anything to me
Only the lamppost sees
Through my confectioner’s smile
Biding in a basement bar with wood-paneled walls
Ears waterlogged, eyeing the broken wall clock
Despite my efforts
I’ve got dragonflies for thoughts
Dragonflies beckon
“Don’t forget, don’t forget him!”
And I remember
That you, you’re more.
Evening eyes turn evening hands
Evening memories sprout up from evening plans
Dragonflies beckon
“He once darkened that door”
I still see you standing there
And you, you are more.
They’ll pipe down half a cigarette
Flick it to a puddle where Christopher and Waverly kiss
To dragonflies beckoning
I’ve learned what Chopin’s for
They are all less than a candied dream
But you, you are more.