Deserted

Dear John,

One day you're hot, the next you're cold

one day you leave me in despair, the next you cover me up with gold

you say I'm yours with all your might

but that's just another saying of some kind

you like to see me dance around the room

covering my body with the silky sheets of our bedroom

we smoke and and you play with my hair

we zip a bottle of wild turkey

and I remain bare

on the floor helplessly looking at you

but you're not there to the rescue.

You fool, my fool...

You choke me and leave me stupid inner scars

for I daydream of you

and you daydream of streetcars

the world is nothing but a memory you always say

and that our love making will be knocking in the doorway

of the sweet time flown

like an old record of chet baker s trumpet moan

you left to wander out into the memory

leaving nothing but a creamy shirt and a fantasy

I sometimes wear that piece of cloth

thinking of the boy who left me for the world.