Sunday, February 25, 2024
Babe, We Need to Talk
BRIDE OF SET
WRITTEN EXORCISE
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis
Sculped brows dark lines
copper arches shimmering
over eyes of sea dark wine
her undertow me summoning
Heavenly hash outside at night
a broken folding chair
collapsed and yet she held on tight
laughed it off debonaire
Inside she stopped by, made time
established strong rapport
her face burnt into my mind
was then I knew I wanted more
Met her friends to vet me
I think they said: okay
Listened looking down stream
was then I knew I'd stay
Light cast blue and pink
dramatic shadow lines
Lemon yellow exit
was so-hard to find
Bought four CDs after
just to talk some more
disappointed chatter
'haps thought me a bore
Maybe a whole week later
reached out to strum some strings
talked about my whether
and other sorts of things
Purchased lefty Fender
recommended by her choice
he'd hoped that it would end there
instead I'd found my voice
Mountains passed and then some
shred tire nearly burst
Apartment disassembled
high cost it was well worth
Motel rooms my studio
writing ever more
found my upstairs 'partment
even wrote the score:
Moon and Sun dynamics
sweeter than before
then off to overseas
emailed her while on tour
Woodland wander end November
declared my love and more
intervention stopped me
he sought to settle score
More songs and tears alonely like
piled at my door
words and allusions so trite
dusting up my floor
New Year, new chance to see
her again once more
But always only once to be
monthly and no more
My sparkling darkling love
So, now where are we
raven hearted blackest dove
feels like you-have left me
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