Music, Neuroscience, Writing

Clark Gable

Don’t go to Heaven by yourself

I was waiting for a cross-town train in the
london underground when it struck me
that I’ve been waiting since birth to find a
love that would look and sound like a movie
so I changed my plans I rented a camera and
a van and then I called you
“I need you to pretend that we are in love
again.” and you agreed too

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth,
that love is real”
and I want life in every word to the extent
that it’s absurd

I greased the lens and framed the shot using
a friend as my stand-in
the script it called for rain but it was clear
that day so we faked it
the marker snapped and I yelled “quiet on
the set” and then called “action!”
and I kissed you in a style clark gable would
have admired
(i thought it classic)

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth,
that love is real”
and I want life in every word to the extent
that it’s absurd
i know you’re wise beyond your years, but
do you ever get the Feel
that your perfect verse is just a lie
you tell yourself to help you get by

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