1.
has anyone found a lost poem
at the intersection of inspiration
and perspiration
i think i left it there
last night while i was
out flying over this city
hand in hand with
some gloomy man
who spoke like Edgar Alan Poe
has anyone found a lost raven
at the intersection of predestination
and automation
i think i left it there
yesterday while i was swimming
fin in paw with
some porpoise that sang
like Leonard Cohen
like Ali Farka Toure
has anyone found a lost guitar
I think I left it at the intersection of syncopation
and desperation
last night while i was
out flying these oceans
somewhere in a nocturne
with a child like Chopin
a child like Alma Mahler
i need all my poems
my ravens
my guitars
i need all my dreams back
or i'll not fly or swim or dive
tonight
2.
Realism is murder
Reality is death
3.
we have decided to turn our backs
on the future, the past and the present
we have decided to close the book
on the third, the fifth and the ninth
on Beethoven, Bruckner and Mahler
we have decided to burn the bridges
to utopia, dystopia and wherever else
we have decided to turn a blind eye
to pain, to pleasure and to numbness
we have decided to draw a line
and scrawl finis
and you cannot follow us
4.
We could always settle for tea
Earl Grey? Darjeeling?
We could always settle for liberty
Conditional? Imaginary?
We've settled for little enough
We can always settle for nothing
We've settled like sediment
In the lees of our own cups
We could make do with a cup of wine
A book of poetry and One
I think I'll settle for tea for two, today
I think I'll settle for Darjeeling
has anyone found a lost poem
at the intersection of inspiration
and perspiration
i think i left it there
last night while i was
out flying over this city
hand in hand with
some gloomy man
who spoke like Edgar Alan Poe
has anyone found a lost raven
at the intersection of predestination
and automation
i think i left it there
yesterday while i was swimming
fin in paw with
some porpoise that sang
like Leonard Cohen
like Ali Farka Toure
has anyone found a lost guitar
I think I left it at the intersection of syncopation
and desperation
last night while i was
out flying these oceans
somewhere in a nocturne
with a child like Chopin
a child like Alma Mahler
i need all my poems
my ravens
my guitars
i need all my dreams back
or i'll not fly or swim or dive
tonight
2.
Realism is murder
Reality is death
3.
we have decided to turn our backs
on the future, the past and the present
we have decided to close the book
on the third, the fifth and the ninth
on Beethoven, Bruckner and Mahler
we have decided to burn the bridges
to utopia, dystopia and wherever else
we have decided to turn a blind eye
to pain, to pleasure and to numbness
we have decided to draw a line
and scrawl finis
and you cannot follow us
4.
We could always settle for tea
Earl Grey? Darjeeling?
We could always settle for liberty
Conditional? Imaginary?
We've settled for little enough
We can always settle for nothing
We've settled like sediment
In the lees of our own cups
We could make do with a cup of wine
A book of poetry and One
I think I'll settle for tea for two, today
I think I'll settle for Darjeeling
