writings.
I can’t remember exactly where I left off
and you need me to turn the radio down because you
can’t even hear yourself think
I saw your blanket floating in the river
tide took it away but I never could swim so it looks like you’re on your own
you always said I left you alone and now I’m nowhere to be found
you say, “I’m not fixed-ed yet. I’m still broked.”
I’ve got the peace to your puzzle…
*
I can’t find Julie only because she’d know what to DUE
you sit in the dark, listening to Wild Child while your chocolate-chip cookie burns
you’d never let me get close to the flame
but even I want to burn like you do
so I squint and look in the rear-view though you’ve disappeared
you say, “I’m not fixed-ed yet. I’m still broked.”
I’ve got the peace to your puzzle…
*
you never NEW because I kept it from him
but you’re the prettiest make-up she wore
that night and I never thought I looked any better
than I did when you showed us Fountainbleu
I wonder where Scotia got her Nova and you take my hand and tell me not to worry so much
I’m still remembering the view from the hospital window
(I never could look in the rear-view)
you say, “I’m not broken yet but you’re welcome to fix me if you think it’ll help yourself.”
I never had the peace to your puzzle…
*
he puts the book in front of me and asks me to play his song on the piano
I tell him I will later and he stops me and says…
“But I need you to play it now. I need to hear the pedals and hammers.”
I kept my head straight but you never knew I was actually watching you in the passenger seat
we drove on until morning and I heard that somewhere in a song
you tell me you need me to turn the radio up because you can’t stand to be alone in silence
I was next to you but maybe you didn’t see because I was behind the desk looking for that “thingie” that rolled behind
and I wonder how many miles you let roll-up behind you when you walked away
I’m not listening to the radio anymore
the candle has burnt itself to solace and you tell me, “I’m the broken Person. I’ll see you in the rear-view.”
I was always the puzzle to your peace.
Written by Donnie Marsh March 21, 2006 Copyright 2006
and you need me to turn the radio down because you
can’t even hear yourself think
I saw your blanket floating in the river
tide took it away but I never could swim so it looks like you’re on your own
you always said I left you alone and now I’m nowhere to be found
you say, “I’m not fixed-ed yet. I’m still broked.”
I’ve got the peace to your puzzle…
*
I can’t find Julie only because she’d know what to DUE
you sit in the dark, listening to Wild Child while your chocolate-chip cookie burns
you’d never let me get close to the flame
but even I want to burn like you do
so I squint and look in the rear-view though you’ve disappeared
you say, “I’m not fixed-ed yet. I’m still broked.”
I’ve got the peace to your puzzle…
*
you never NEW because I kept it from him
but you’re the prettiest make-up she wore
that night and I never thought I looked any better
than I did when you showed us Fountainbleu
I wonder where Scotia got her Nova and you take my hand and tell me not to worry so much
I’m still remembering the view from the hospital window
(I never could look in the rear-view)
you say, “I’m not broken yet but you’re welcome to fix me if you think it’ll help yourself.”
I never had the peace to your puzzle…
*
he puts the book in front of me and asks me to play his song on the piano
I tell him I will later and he stops me and says…
“But I need you to play it now. I need to hear the pedals and hammers.”
I kept my head straight but you never knew I was actually watching you in the passenger seat
we drove on until morning and I heard that somewhere in a song
you tell me you need me to turn the radio up because you can’t stand to be alone in silence
I was next to you but maybe you didn’t see because I was behind the desk looking for that “thingie” that rolled behind
and I wonder how many miles you let roll-up behind you when you walked away
I’m not listening to the radio anymore
the candle has burnt itself to solace and you tell me, “I’m the broken Person. I’ll see you in the rear-view.”
I was always the puzzle to your peace.
Written by Donnie Marsh March 21, 2006 Copyright 2006