- Mar 19, 2001
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tell me my friend
of the notes you
saw written with lemon juice
on the parchment
waiting for the night to
make the words clearer
and I'll tell you...
I too have been subject to
synthesized personal psalms
to my soul
and now I'm left looking for
substance
something real
this digitally mastered
processed creation is procreating
a blues song that I wished I had fogotten
she never knew the song I sang
for her even though she listened
to it myriad times
maybe she listened to it with the
wrong ear or her own
unsyncopated cadence
right
right
left right
left left left
right
the chambers of her heart
locked me down and tortured me
with what I would never feel
reciprocity
she'd never sing the song
I sang to her / she never
took a moment to learn the words.
(c)2002 blakverb
of the notes you
saw written with lemon juice
on the parchment
waiting for the night to
make the words clearer
and I'll tell you...
I too have been subject to
synthesized personal psalms
to my soul
and now I'm left looking for
substance
something real
this digitally mastered
processed creation is procreating
a blues song that I wished I had fogotten
she never knew the song I sang
for her even though she listened
to it myriad times
maybe she listened to it with the
wrong ear or her own
unsyncopated cadence
right
right
left right
left left left
right
the chambers of her heart
locked me down and tortured me
with what I would never feel
reciprocity
she'd never sing the song
I sang to her / she never
took a moment to learn the words.
(c)2002 blakverb