12.03.2002 :::
Something
Wrote a song for you last night,
And forgot it in my dreams.
Snake feathers, Fate weathers,
Nothing was as it seems.
Then upon my waking hour,
I gained some latent fright,
Moonlit skies, Devil lies,
Became my guiding light.
There you were in front of me,
Gaily watching from you post,
Thunder Claps, Bear traps,
Thrilled me more than most.
Oh then all hell broke loose,
Changing all the ugly rhymes,
Rusted nails, Beached Whales,
Just a sign of the modern times.
And just then I remembered,
The narrative I wrote to you,
Broken Pens, Headless hens,
Just to name an enigmatic few.
We were both just strangers,
On a train with many tracks,
Fifteen wheels, Bastard deals,
Paying the bridge man tax.
Playing this game so unfairly,
Called love or some near word,
Hidden Sounds, Fertile Grouds,
There's nothing more absurd.
I wrote a song for you last night,
And remembered it with screams,
Not being there, Without Care,
No, nothing will be as it seems.
::: posted by Matthew at 10:46 PM
