Obvious Mood

Sunday,
March 25, 2012

12:20 AM

Instead of spilling
blood

I’m scrawling
trivial ink on canvas

figures reminiscent,
the sprawling of limbs becomes us

the stall in your
vowel drawl

gives me time to
think of an excuse

for why I’m still
standing here talking to you.

I ought to be
heading for the hills by now.

Trail of unsolved
crimes behind me,

instead of
languishing at the scene

caught in the act
just to defy authority.

I loved you like an
alibi,

won’t hold up under
the least bit of scrutiny,

what do I want to
happen,

I’m the danged numb
captain,

and the one calling
for a mutiny.

So I fictitiously
insisted that the melody persist throughout the avenue with which I’m ambling.
It’s an effort to pretend the second ending where the element of climax
supersedes the mending of a witty resolution keeps interested parties involved  even while expanding the enchantment that the
show goes on forever. Treasuring the poison like it holds the cure for healthy
hearts, and when the earth spreads out over the mahogany, it ain’t a piece of
me if it can be boxed, I don’t dilute the ocean, not tears that spring from my
emotion, and the buckets dry, and I’m well enough to sip a glass of water,
chewing on a tooth-pick. The song fades out.