Casualties of the Times: Real Doll Delivery

Real Doll Delivery


Nothing left to say but desperate praise
Smiling awkward
You show the dog your teeth
Accidentally
Poor boy, you try too hard to please
Inevitably…

Lending all your favorite books to friends
Knowing that they’ll never be returned
‘Til unhidden now are all your Easter eggs
So you play the host – the host with desperate praise

I don’t think she’s gonna quit smoking
The things she says
Before her next idea
Then stranded by the chain-link fence
That the autumn leaves are blowin’ against
The beetle-scraping sounds – they tense you
The party’s over but she’ll say that she meant to
Inevitably…

No one to tell something they already know
Smiling awkward
Pretend you’ve somewhere to go
Consequentially
Poor boy, no one to make believe
Inevitably…

Lending all your favorite books to friends
Knowing that they’ll never be returned
Your guest arrives – glass eyes, her endless gaze
And you play the host – the host with desperate praise


December 9, 2007