Timmy Tubbs

Rookie (Jan 14,1983 / Vancouver, WA)

English Streets - Poem by Timmy Tubbs

Everyone breathed liquid once
And what makes me comfortable is
Everyone’s privates look similar to yours
And everyone breathes and cools with their pores

From my knees I stare to your face
But down here I will not open a black box
On the contrary, I’ll just paint my name inside your socks
And imagine the shape of the key
To turn your locks

I know your eyes are blue
And in early morning, green
And my wet sand scratched your soar skin
Shamed to say, ever since you punched me out
I’ve been spying for a way in

Plotting on
Taking a vacation to a bums life
To learn the ways of his knife
Cross that Atlantic sea
To where I think I need to be
Find a foreign single mother
And let her care for me
And get lost in her English streets

This is where we all originate
You’re the last to steal my heart
So there is no debate
I’ll just tell myself it's our fate

Everything happens for a reason
That’s what the poor smug’s sayin’
When they find that between your thighs
Was just a tease and
They walk away with their dirty souls
Drop their eyebrows lost in confusion
Inside out pockets witness no money for your toll

The last of my words will only kill for a while
Then you'll re-learn to walk
And the words will be white and that
Bran new face will bring a smile
But only for a while
And in his dangerous mornings, you will wonder of me roaming English streets
Stealing peaches only for survival
Hoping to forget that name that started with an L
Followed an A and a U
And the rest is hard to tell

And I know your smell
And you know mine
But I’m sure some other girl can mimic my drawing of you
And that will have to do
That should be enough to penetrate my shell
Just fine in fact
Other than every god damn memory of you stays perfectly in tact

3 metered white lines on a black road
It somehow separates us and I just don’t know
Your hands rest in your warm pockets
Walking the other way, you never even looked back
For that faint light to turn green and go
So I’ll hang my soul for you and that
Big tired truck ought to give it a tow
But I’m hoping he gets stuck in our snow
And you’ll turn to see me change and finally know
I had loved and will love no other
And you still let us go
Only wondering because you never know

Dancing late nights on wood floors
With that oddly slanged English girl
I’m thinking of those white lines
That separated you from me
And perhaps I’ll look at her and take to one knee
Open that black box knowing right then
You’re thinking of me
But on those English streets my survival is
All I can think
So I’ll smirk and remember
You’re aimless wondering

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 25, 2006

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