Don't Stop Believing
She stretched out on the street,
her fist a pillow,
she tried to feel comfortable.
He thought about failing to fail.
Not from southern anywhere but
also can't be from a bar.
The scene seen with raw eyes;
two young folk speaking smoke,
simple minded as spaghetti, don't forget me,
don't forget, I won't forget you.
She sat up straight and attentive,
a shadow passed over like a cloud
in the desert, like an idea.
The night turns navy towards me
and the pulse of Friday street lamps
taunt and turn into nothing.
We're always making a movie.
This one's weird title is:
"Heartbreak Goes Around in a Circle
Like Mononucleosis of the Discarded."
Turn around, flip the world,
hold for sound. But don't forget,
don't forget to smile and move,
because movement is love.
She said, "We are all getting smaller
with every one of us,
classroom to cluster to ashes to dust;
But don't stop believing,
don't ever not believe
it isn't true."
I looked up when she said that
and couldn't shake the feeling
that nothing was wrong.