Monday, April 20, 2020

First Time



Over my shoulder to the right.  Take a turn, no signal light.   Baby's got a baby crying in the back seat.  For the first time, I feel like a neophyte. 

Thought you should know, I was feeling like a quill in a bottle of invisible ink.  A tonic for strange times; a cocktail for past crimes.  All the useless thoughts I think.   And I couldn't love you any better or worse.  I couldn't be more numb as when this hurts.  Thought you should know.

Over my shoulder to the left.  All the discarded moments I say I never kept.  Baby's got a baby of an idea.  Think bigger, dream bigger, I pled.  And she doesn't know what goes on inside this head. 

Thought you should know, I was feeling like an empty page in a photo album.   And I could be replaced with anyone.  That's the baby of the man you chose.  And this is me trying to juxtapose.  For the first time.

Over the hill is better days.  A double entendre, an ironic phrase.  Life isn't made for everyone.
Under the moon, hangs our yesterdays.  Under the moon, hangs our dirty laundry.  Thought you should know, it's okay and always. 

And thought you should know I'll be your parachute.  Your medicine and chicken soup.  All the useless things I sometimes think.   Subtraction by distraction until they sink.  Thought you should know that long winded is me at succinct.  For the first time.

Over the twelve straight ahead, someone may steal our song.  The moments you don't stay calm.  It's over the six when the melody becomes a Psalm.  So, wait.  Baby's got a baby in bloom.  Neither here nor there, nor early nor late.

And everything will be alright.
Baby's got the love of a neophyte.

For the first time.

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