Glittering
How did we ever get in this party?
They must have thought we were the help
The mid-June moon
Over the World Trade Tomb
I don’t want to leave this rooftop
With anyone else
The host is a rich old bachelor
Loves what I paint
Your platinum hair
Is like permission to stare
You say, considering the three thousand churches
In this town there are precious few saints
Chorus:
And it is summer next week
If I could have remembered to speak
I would invite you to Coney Island
Not easy surviving
In a city where indifference
Is often the closest thing to kindness
I’m just wondering
If you are also pretending
Not sure I deserve a happy ending
Glittering, glittering
We were glittering
They warned me it all ends
Embittering
Yet I swore it wouldn’t happen to us
Flickering lighting
Down the complex stairwell
And you made a joke
About us being murdered
Then your brother got ashes
Caught in his sunglasses
At that point your attitude became
Quite a bit sterner
You accused me of contentment
Cause I had something going
While the absurdity of our lives
Had been revealed bare
According to my recollection
We parted at an intersection
The host advised you
Are not exactly rare
Chorus
Twenty years later
It’s happy hour
At the bar where I tend for
Rent
You have the same circuitous grin
Here at Tailspin
And the corners of your five spot
Are bent
The art world hyped me
Then forgot completely
The end of my career couldn’t have been
More discreet
Never saw you on television
But wouldn’t make an assumption
You stare a second longer
Before ordering another Whiskey neat
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Glittering
How did we ever get in this party?
They must have thought we were the help
The mid-June moon
Over the World Trade Tomb
I don’t want to leave this rooftop
With anyone else
The host is a rich old bachelor
Loves what I paint
Your platinum hair
Is like permission to stare
You say, considering the three thousand churches
In this town there are precious few saints
Chorus:
And it is summer next week
If I could have remembered to speak
I would invite you to Coney Island
Not easy surviving
In a city where indifference
Is often the closest thing to kindness
I’m just wondering
If you are also pretending
Not sure I deserve a happy ending
Glittering, glittering
We were glittering
They warned me it all ends
Embittering
Yet I swore it wouldn’t happen to us
Flickering lighting
Down the complex stairwell
And you made a joke
About us being murdered
Then your brother got ashes
Caught in his sunglasses
At that point your attitude became
Quite a bit sterner
You accused me of contentment
Cause I had something going
While the absurdity of our lives
Had been revealed bare
According to my recollection
We parted at an intersection
The host advised you
Are not exactly rare
Chorus
Twenty years later
It’s happy hour
At the bar where I tend for
Rent
You have the same circuitous grin
Here at Tailspin
And the corners of your five spot
Are bent
The art world hyped me
Then forgot completely
The end of my career couldn’t have been
More discreet
Never saw you on television
But wouldn’t make an assumption
You stare a second longer
Before ordering another Whiskey neat
Halloween
Well, they said this one’s serious
And not to go outside and smoke
I figured my mother wasn’t delirious
So I took note
Hunkered alone in the basement
Watching Season 5 of Mad Men
I called to make sure you were aware
And to feel like you still were a friend
You sounded agitated
And staticky on the line
I said, you didn’t let that stupid bastard
Talk you into giving him a ride
Chorus
There’s always tomorrow
Until there isn’t
There’s always the light of lightening in a storm
There’s always tomorrow until there isn’t
I will love you
Forevermore
Now the tempest seemed to be touching down
My mother shouted downstairs, “some maniacs are staying in the casino.”
She added its coming fast
And asked about that, “girl you know.”
If I’d known we’d split
I’d have never introduced you to my mom
If she knew you revenge cheated
She might not care if you were harmed
But it gave me another twinge thinking about the beginning
You drove me wild when you laughed fluttering your eyelids
Then under the streetlight outside your house
We talked about having kids
Chorus
I hear the rain hard while
Pacing from the boiler to my couch
Even after the texts with the threats
It’s you I still can’t live without
So I raced up the stairs, put on my Yankees hat
And grabbed the keys
Planning to find you and John
To explain what state of emergency means
But my father grabbed me with half-my-shoulder
Out the door
And was already pulling me back inside before
I even answered when he asked, “what the hell are you leaving for?”
Chorus
Well, two days later
And it was Halloween
I saw some little girl walking around a fallen tree
And she was dressed like a Disney queen
I didn’t feel nothing
While walking through our little shattered town
I couldn’t lose this shining vision of you
Wearing a white wedding gown
It was all my goddamn fault
I grew up getting called ugly
I couldn’t stop myself from wanting someone else
Even when I knew you loved me
I heard he wanted cigarettes
And convinced you to take him
The priest said nothing about his sins
Nobody wanted to blame him
Chorus
You know what I got in my head?
While I toss and turn
In the absence of sleep
In my childhood bed?
That I’ve never really stopped taking
That first walk right after the storm
I’ve never wanted to mend the
Threads of our life together that were torn
Nowadays they say I make you a saint
Because I block your flaws out of my mind
They tell me it’s only natural for people to heal
When they’ve had enough time
Chorus
Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review
Glittering
How did we ever get in this party?
They must have thought we were the help
The mid-June moon
Over the World Trade Tomb
I don’t want to leave this rooftop
With anyone else
The host is a rich old bachelor
Loves what I paint
Your platinum hair
Is like permission to stare
You say, considering the three thousand churches
In this town there are precious few saints
Chorus:
And it is summer next week
If I could have remembered to speak
I would invite you to Coney Island
Not easy surviving
In a city where indifference
Is often the closest thing to kindness
I’m just wondering
If you are also pretending
Not sure I deserve a happy ending
Glittering, glittering
We were glittering
They warned me it all ends
Embittering
Yet I swore it wouldn’t happen to us
Flickering lighting
Down the complex stairwell
And you made a joke
About us being murdered
Then your brother got ashes
Caught in his sunglasses
At that point your attitude became
Quite a bit sterner
You accused me of contentment
Cause I had something going
While the absurdity of our lives
Had been revealed bare
According to my recollection
We parted at an intersection
The host advised you
Are not exactly rare
Chorus
Twenty years later
It’s happy hour
At the bar where I tend for
Rent
You have the same circuitous grin
Here at Tailspin
And the corners of your five spot
Are bent
The art world hyped me
Then forgot completely
The end of my career couldn’t have been
More discreet
Never saw you on television
But wouldn’t make an assumption
You stare a second longer
Before ordering another Whiskey neat