i used to wake up
with this boy
who'd hate the mornings
refuse to kiss
he threw me out
it got too bright
it got too close
and he said this:
"your love is ordinary love
"it's clear as glass love
"the argument that proves the rule
"the chlorine in the swimming pool
"your love is common love
"it's Hollywood love
"the days go by in real time
"that's really no concern of mine
"your love's the usual love
"predictable love
"and i'd like you to go now."

when summer hit me
-flowered out-
i cut my hair and
watched some films
though outward changed
heart was old
he didn't guess
it played the same tune
and said
"your love is convoluted love
"it's hell to pay love
"it blanket bombs the dark at night
"a telescope for second sight
"your love is new wave love
"it's rules of chess love
"won't you bring it back now?"

such irony
that thereon in
my thoughts did not
revolve 'round him.