found my favorite sunglasses
White aviator shape
Thought they were gone forever
Cerise and me cleaning out my closet
And packing all my shit
To get the fuck gone
Three pile of clothes
Possible tour outfits
Clothes I wanna keep but not take on tour
And stuff for the salvation army
My closet
Really isn't a closet
As much as it is
One whole side of my room
Like a mountain
That sometimes
Falls onto my mattress
Behind a wall of books
And empty water bottles
And
Various other bits of trash and treasure
But these glasses
I was sure I would never find again
And as I said
They were..are my very favorite
They were in some weird old jacket
Something I hardly ever wear (it went in the keep but not for tour pile)
In the inside pocket
I felt something
And out they came
Slightly damaged
But not beyond repair
I wore them the rest of the time
Playing dress up til five in the morning
Posing for cerise and the mirror
White aviator
Sunglass superstar
Dancing in the outfits
Of the past
Full of love and magic
Up until dawn
Somewhere lost
Under what I found
In brooklyn