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COME ON OVER
Come on over and I'll make you a Mai Tai.
Come on over and I'll make you a G&T.
Come on over and I'll put the tequila in your sunrise.
Come drink one down on the porch with me!
Cuz my walkway's been waiting all day
to feel the skip in my step
and the je-ne-sais-quoi of your sway.
My glasses've been waiting all night
to feel the curl of your lips
and your hands holding them tight
Come on over and I'll make you a curry.
Come on over and I'll make you the biggest salad
that you'd ever want to eat
Come on over, what you waiting for, hurry!
You got a first class ticket to a five course meal
on the porch with me.
Come on over and I'll make you a flambe.
Come on over and I'll go all gourmet.
Come on over, little sous chef, let's take this all the way.
Stay for an apertif, entree, dessert, digestif...
Just stay!
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SALMON
Salmon are an ugly fish on the outside,
but you cut 'em open, they're that pretty pink.
I wanted to wrap my hands round your insides
when swimming upstream was all that you could think.
Salmon are an ugly fish on the outside,
but too many want them, too many go by the wayside.
I should have known better than to cast my net,
but into it I wanted to see you
glide.
Salmon are an ugly fish on the outside,
but you get just one and you got energy all night.
But come morning hunger comes again,
and all you got is river water, river sediment.
Sediments.
You said it meant
sentiment to
glide.
Strange fish, strong stream,
strange fish swimming away from me.
Strange fish, strong stream,
strange fish, get gone from me.
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ENDS MEET
You don't owe me anything that wasn't free--
not the subway fare,
not the cigarettes,
not the whiskey.
But you can jump my turnstile,
you can steal my breath,
you can drink me right on down.
Just give me back our night on the town.
Cause I don't want to be nobody's second somebody
but I want another round of you
but I know I'm gonna get less
the longer it's overdue.
If you can hold me the whole night through,
if you can't stop kissing me in the street,
why can't we make ends meet?
You don't owe me anything.
Go on and keep that change.
Keep my favorite books, my poems,
there's worse I could estrange.
But you could read me over,
you could write me down,
you could close this cover tight.
Just give me back the time our inventory balanced right.
Well I was wrong, I was right,
I was wrong, I was right--
that we could break even more than one night,
that we could turn this red ink into black,
that we could send the invoice back.
Well if I was wrong, then tell my why.
If I'm not wrong, why can't we try?
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ACROSS THE ATLANTIC
I haven't sent you a postcard
but I haven't built up a wall either
across the Atlantic,
but then first thing in the morning
you come knock, knocking at my computer screen.
The time zones tell me you were drunk while I was asleep,
across the Atlantic.
Was it just the ocean?
Was it all the water
that made you finally feel
all of my love you'd squandered?
I haven't sent you a poem
but that don't mean I'm not writing them
across the Atlantic,
but then first thing in the morning
you come, black and white, back on my page,
throwing down the anchor when I thought I was on my way
across the Atlantic.
Was it just the time zones
that made you face the shipwreck
of your sails opening not too soon but too late?
Was it just the distance
that made you want to dare to cross it
when you wrote me finally with what was
too soon but too late?
Because
Somewhere 'cross the water
I dropped your heart,
but inside it I'd put my own.
Oh impossible boy,
would you leave me alone?
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BED BUGS
My baby's got bed bugs.
They come out every night.
So much for sweet dreams.
All I get are red rows come morning light.
And oh, they wake me,
and you're lying there,
my baby, my baby boo.
As much as I love the midnight time love,
I wish the waking would come from you.
My baby's got dirty dishes
and there's sludge stuck to the bottom of the sink.
So much for a clean cup
to fill up with my morning-time whiskey drink.
And oh, the pile grows higher each day
and the table is scattered with papers and post-its
you never read to know to throw away.
As much as I love installation artwork
I wish I had a clear spot to set down my elbows.
And oh, the chaos came clear as neglect.
And if the lesson ain't done caught you,
get running boy, cause it's gonna get you yet.
Cause I am leaving.
It's springtime cleaning season.
My baby's got bed bugs
but my baby ain't got me.
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all material (c) Ellen Adams