Once he saw my eyes

and left me blinded

by his look.

I told him jokingly I would be

his Brooklyn Baby from Montreal,

but he never listened to Lana

as closely as I always do


my boyfriend was singing on stage.

I’m too old to love him; I’m to cold to hold him;

I’m too sweet to know his bad-ass;

but he holds my feathers

and sees right through me.

transparent, he whistles, as I walk past him

then he holds the door open for me.

follows me to the sortie

and is gone

but he

watches me smoke

i thought he was gone,

as i stare at the stars

ignoring the chatter

of who wanted to know

how i shared my mind with the world.

i have no choice

i say, i’ll die if i don’t.

he waves from across the street

and i wondered if it was

my mind

hallucinations again

playing tricks on me.

pass the bourbon, i said,

once the dark became light,

serious, intent on getting so drunk

that i wouldn’t reflect

on the exact blue of his eyes

and why the specks

even mattered at all.



  1. georgeforfun · July 6, 2015

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.


  2. Eric Syrdal · July 6, 2015

    “I think we’re like fire and water
    I think we’re like the wind and sea”

    I love that song…and Lana….and this beautiful piece of art where you have woven yourself into the music and become part of the tale being told.

    Please keep sharing your mind with the world.

    Wonderfully done, Christina!

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    • Chrissy · July 6, 2015

      Thank you Eric. Yes, she inspires me As does her music😍

      Liked by 1 person

      • Eric Syrdal · July 6, 2015

        She’s a powerful force, and so are you!

        Liked by 1 person

      • Chrissy · July 6, 2015

        Even to be compared to her is an honour. Seriously, I am touched you feel that way.

        Liked by 1 person

  3. Jarrod C · July 6, 2015

    “I’m too old to love him; I’m to cold to hold him;”

    This really resonated with me, once the sexes were turned around. I loved this piece Chrissy! Great work!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Sara Flower Kjeldsen · July 7, 2015

    I like the reference to Lana’s Brooklyn Baby song. I also enjoy the reverse scenario where she’s older than the love interest. Very poetic writing that evokes some lovely imagery.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I of July · July 7, 2015

    the Del Rey reference is cool and clever 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · July 7, 2015

      thank you. I just went with the flow. I appreciate your visit and comment.

      Liked by 1 person

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