Thrill from Wrong Quotes by Dana Plato

Screwdriver
For a deceptive thread
And to creep in the silence
Of our common mishap

Flexible lines of handmade drawings
During hopeless phone calls
You can’t get them straight
With a glass at the mall

And there you stood
Neither female nor male
It was eight in the morning
Drinking an ice cold pale ale
Watching at the movie
On your laptop screen
How can I tell if your gasp
Is fun or is thrill

Sipping your bourbon
The world around sways
It is two in the afternoon
As your plans fade away
The people who suffer
Either swallow or spill
How can I tell if your glance
Is anger or thrill

This drop of wisdom
This gurgling pride
That drowns resentment
That moistens what’s withered and dry

There must be some kind of way out of beer
A way to arrest this liquid pant
To be nicknamed an alcoholic queer
I simply won’t, I simply can’t

And there you sat
Neither noisy nor quiet
It was eight in the evening
With a sparkling white wine
You look for anyone
Devoid of any will
How can I tell if your smile
Is love or is thrill

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