the word that falls from his lips and splashes on my shoes like sad bits of brain
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
this tale been told a thousand time so I think that I should have known better.. I’m laughing though…it’s from my embarrassment that I tremble,, I was just a hopeless imitation of the man that I most resemble, and the chords ring so familiar to a man who has heard it all before and the melody will forever linger like perfume in a heart you store.,,, it ain’t the icique loneliness I just downright fail to understand… I crawl around my room from night till day, wondering if this start will also fail,. and I’ll be here, come hell or high water, and only sometimes will my thoughts turn blue, like the skies and every word is you,… there’s a kind of ugly bridge like an ocean in my soul - keeps an agony so incessant.., and the silence is louder than an H bomb that explodes when i close my eyes, sending shock waves to the world you are from, in the hope that ,,…..
and I’ll be here come hell or high water and only sometimes will my thoughts turn blue..
* loose transcription of BA’ song
