March 29, 2015 · 2010s football FotC Colorado airports

Twins

This rainbow tastes funny
The sunset looks practically monochromatic
Since I went out west

Pizza and Stella and Monday Night Football
Do nothing to fix my testosterone
Now it's all gone wrong that you're gone

Nobody here feeds my chocolate addiction
Magnetic poetry doesn't just write itself

You finish my sentences, top off my beverages
But somehow tonight we're as different as twins[1]

My v-necks don't fit right, I can't match my business socks[2]
References fly over everyone's heads

Red, white, and purple, with chevrons and polka dots
My flag has been flying at half mast for you

A two-hour drive from here into Bellingham,
Bus ride to Portland, a flight to L.A.
Stop over at Stapleton[3], cell phones and magazines
Soon I will see you but tonight we're as distant as twins


  1. In the old neighborhood, people would get oddly confused trying to do the math on E and O, who were clearly of nearly identical age, and yet did not appear to have identical parts. I was not bashful about explaining the anatomical differences involved in a fraternal pair. ↩︎

  2. When I'm down to my socks it's time for business. That's why they're called business socks. ↩︎

  3. DEN before it was DEN. ↩︎