It could be real-life
but it doesn't sound like it
The cigarette lighter you saved to forget her
the 39 steps it took till you met her
The phone clicks like an old see-saw
a seed-pops in the popcorn bowl
There is a car-radio book behind your couch-- inside out
you talk to me
I ask you to read nine number dial-tones and smoke
you offer me one then ask me to leave
to turn out the lights before I go
or else stay till the end of the late-late show
Seems more like make-believe
but there's nothing in the sleeve
If the programs don't change
we can sleep while footsteps creep
and shadows get rolled up like sleeves down a black and white hall
A match is struck
mostly movies
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