Bleach and Cork

 

 

Darts, endless darts

a passion I never desired

guitar and words don’t heal the soul

no such luck for darts 

 

I saw a blonde haired woman in a van today

I needed cigarettes and human contact

Thanks to her for making my drive

I suspect she will stay in my mind all day

 

What if she had car trouble and broken dreams?

More importantly: who his she?

Could she be mine?

would she be mine?

 

I’m positive she didn’t notice me

would have made my dart games a bit more positive

Less anxiety, wits about me

I almost don’t want to hit the bullseye

at least I can jerk off to the blonde