Pretense Receding

When you call you inquire, opportunistically
What can be found in a heart this flummoxed?
There was another without wings,
Dancing on the right side, and
A subsequent nothing

A green eye and the other kind

After all, it won’t take long
For motorcars, a puppet on a string
To follow through, and so sweetly
The tragedy is that I cannot believe

In a calculation waiting to fade,
A broken bicycle for two, on your line
I am contrary, out of my mind
Get the saddest part, for the
Sake of the ending

I cannot afford the course behind the sky

I am sometimes downy, but the
Acceptable kiss was not of the heart
We do not swim but parachute
Recognizing useless degrees

I learned to taste the dew
Keen as eagles remembering
Our changes, and everything is alright

Baby, I’m a vixen who never could
Control love in the midst of feathers
This river’s course is fog-ridden
Your face painted in smoke
The rain tastes like it is leaving

17 April 2009


This is a found poem composed of lyrics from:
"Let It Die" (Feist)
"Junk" (Paul McCartney)
"Black Rain" (Ben Harper)
"You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome" (Bob Dylan)
"Ten Years Gone" (Led Zeppelin)