The Laughable (Love?) Story of Raleigh and Boston
Somewhere down in Carolina
In a Civic Sport ‘19
Raleigh’s in the rear-view
To Boston he was but a dream
She was a girl multicolored with a heart just too bold
For a Southern coward boy with just a baby soul
In Raleigh’s at work fantasies
She lurked under his desk
For Boston wasn’t worth his attention
Until she got undressed
Teased her with his Versace-?
No, Chanel cologne
Had her pinned against his office wall like they were home alone
Said he doesn’t wear it much but, “let’s go see the ‘Canes”
Oh?
Then he’d cum in clutch?
Then he’d say her name?
Put her in his jersey
Turning black and red from black and gold
In their vortex Raleigh birthed a melody that never grew old
Hurricane season
She ran splashing through his puddles
Trying to cool her body as it burned like a candlewick
His sticks
Were J Williams
His skates CCM
Why did this matter?
Puck love was the beginning of them
Watercolor paintings of a picnic lunch
With no berries for Raleigh because he hated the seeds
He brought a basket full of chocolate cake and condoms
Sure to satisfy their needs
True Turkish delight alright
Waking up hot in the middle of the night
I got a Sony not Nikon, he said
“So you don’t want to make an OnlyFans with me? And I’ll make you a mother…we only need the plans, baby”
But they weren’t lovers
These cities never held hands
Knew each other barely a month
Bonded mostly over bands
Raleigh wore Boston on his socks to work
And paid rent at the gym but always hit her up first
Said, oh the weights feel light tonight
As if it were a hymn
She shivered in a too-small hospital bed
Her heart now living with him
While he was sweating like a whore in church
For her it only got worse
Cold solitude cracking the skull in her head
She swore she was dead
All alone
Drowned in her phone
Drowning out noise
She threw up broken melodies with poise
Clinging to the Carolina daydreams
Just to stay sane in the inane
Head in a kaleidoscope of clouds
Standing on the brink of insane
For she never once heard his voice,
That ‘Lina twang say her name
It was a game
Over the course of 20 days that I guess he never minded
They drifted apart as the flame she’d created died and he could no longer find it
So Raleigh suited up for a lady in his area code
While Boston was curled up frightened wishing someone would help bear her load
Hurricane warning, Raleigh stirred up trouble
And I guess we’ll call her Charlotte since they were now a couple
Big ick but that boy was bitch-made
Boston pushed to the back burner where she reluctantly stayed
Reduced to nothing, she turned the corner and prayed
Stumbling into lightning
You still keep me up in meetings, he said
After 20 days of silence
But Boston was good as dead from all the mental violence
And he kept Charlotte in his back pocket
Thought he could get the game down to a science
But Boston brought quahogs to the table
When all Raleigh knew was shrimp and grits
She gritted her teeth at his final absence
Swearing his breath licked her neck
But the thing about Raleigh and Boston is…
They never even met.
