Prologue
Drivin’ on a
spectrum of light, like a go-kart
Losin’ a grip
on the road, wet soap bar
Swervin’
yellin’ — radio plays Mozart
Downside-up, blacked out
with a ghost arm !
V1
Firecracker
followed by idle chatter
Dabbles in dateable
animals, amateur actors
actress
a-game, bee line, mattress
In fact let’s
just say she has a lot of practice
She’s a centerpiece
suicidal tendencies ? nope
If you wanna try to see her
better have a periscope
‘Cause every single suitor
cutting in the single file
Was at the front of the line
but I been here for awhile !
V2
Please take a number, lumber
jack — I don’t mean to
steal your thunder:
the line starts back
over yonder
If you want a one-night snack
code of honor, not needed here
if you want her
You be her cuddle buddy
I’ll be your understudy
In case she ever wanna
come runnin’ to Dougie Funnie
I’m less than a Rodger
I know that’s undercutting
to my worth
But for Patty I’d get cut up and bloody
V3
Still flirting like a floozy
Now she’s 42, insatiable
multiple directions
what a doozy
Always on to the next one
Quest for the best one
She never drew a line
on her neverending get some
It was all in the name
for significance
Put blame on our innocence
For keeping up illusions
of omnipotence
She was chasin’ a million
When the whole time
the one
was kitty-corner
to the city border where she’s from
V4
Up in her penthouse pad ..
From the balcony
she vents out, sad
3 o’clock arm
Holding 5 o’clock pinot
She knows: she had a
mate who was real ..
Fantasy’s damaging, that:
multi-colored arc
is blinding when you’re only
holding up your heart
Red-Indigo, purple, fuchsia
Fact: grass is always greener
when you only see black
Epilogue
Across country, upon
a dirt road:
a black bird ( cawww )
perched on a post:
HERE LIES
PATIENCE,
CONFIDENCE.
HOPE.
A swingin’ pendulum
at the end of his rope
07 APR 2015 | Copyright © B. Yee
Lyrics from the album, Rougarou, 2015, by BMEDD & Shinobi