Tell me only why
Portend a night starlit sky
This love would we cry
Tell me only why
Portend a night starlit sky
This love would we cry
If you noticed him on streets wearing opaque
we would be hard pressed to clear a new path
for man carries the weaponry of wrath
when suggestive measures his outlook take.
Standing on the street corner fare in hand
waits inside crowds of unknown ambition
Childhood agony (a) primary mission
He would wish happiness in a soft land.
The train will convey a sea of ideals
all begun with ambition spent by day
his a persona, quiet man per se
yet still his life will be amongst the reels
My eyes search swift similar to your own
Whence is this such peace serenity grown
Sometimes I just want to cry
but it’s what holds me back,
the reality that nothing will be waiting
on the other end,
oh there is cleansing
indeed
the spirit of release
of all that emotion
driven through the pore
of our human condition,
and yet,
that albatross
the tears … return
I would like to off myself,
be a folk hero,
you know
that person they talk about
around the festive holiday,
old gramps ignores the dialogue,
‘tell me about his brother’
they would say,
and dad would then purse his lips
and speak of some seedy hotel in Florida,
he never named the city,
because then that would make the city
more real and attainable
then an entire state
filled with city hotels,
seedy ones you know.
They found him,
dead on the mattress,
no romantic ending
just a couple of bottles or rye
no note
no pajamas
the bedding hadn’t even been turned
his body spread eagled,
one bottle laying in the corner
the other looked methodically
dropped out of his passed out hand.
I suppose the coroner
would have looked him in the eye
and said something like
“i’never seen a more peaceful looking corpse”
he’d found his end,
the battle won
a seedy hotel in Florida,
wearing khaki’s and a white t-shirt
not exactly dressed for the beach.
of course this was locked inside the mainland,
the ocean miles away, would have just made waves.
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