April Left With Silence
we broke choke holds of stigmas with the pressure of pleasure
sending old cold enigmas ahead to rig the measure
of what's clever and creative just to get her to sedate it
and seduce the morning dew...in mourning, do what's contemplated.
"I have a love for everyone I know and haven't met"
she was trying to insert care to where my hatred used to rest
I choose the best way to caress the nature of the beast
but with ease that's increased I find intention is....deceased.
It was always difficult on mornings when she rose first
stomping angrily aghast at where all her clothes were
And though her undergarments like stolen ghosts lurked
I was most hurt, going nowhere, and she was the chauffeur...
eventually we'd get our shit together and get out
of the house where our smallest whispers translated to shouts
and I know that its supposed to keep the doctor away
but fallen apple trees chopped down what was proper to say...
Now I dream and remember the themes of December
of snowstorms and candlelight streams left dismembered
of slowborn ideas and bright schemes of weather
different nests still seperate birds of the same feather
words of the same letter have different meanings entirely
when channeled through whisky and screened in fire, see?
and you know communication's better without words to say
So April left with silence on the first of May.
It's difficult to tell who I'm trying to kid
beneath the wishing well, insecurities hid
I pull the rope for water and for something to do
still trying to convince myself I don't belong to you
reflected in the bucket betwixt my tattered hands
water ripples my likeness, it tries to fix a shattered man
Summer's just around the bend, maybe I'll see you in fall
but eleven months of the year, I can't see myself at all.
Thanks.