Mrs.Singer

While she sings to the echo of her fulfilled voice,
words of the upmost satisfied come raging from her lungs.
Eager and anxious, she turns to find me staring at her.
I close my worn down eyes and whisper bitterly……………

“Well don’t mind me honey”
I’m just snacking through the back doors, wondering if there’s something more.
More than those hollow words like vomit from your lips.

“I’ve just been so f****n angry”
You got me mixed up in this loud noise; you’d swear I was just a little boy.
I just get what I get, and want what I deserve.

“Falling in love alone is just lonely”
I walk the causeway looking for something new,
doing anything, and everything not to think of you.

“Call the police, the National Guard, the military!”
I’ve fallen into this open field of nothingness, I’ve become dangerous.
I’ll take out city buildings with no one inside.

“You’re the shovel digging a hole in me”
 No on else has a voice quit like you.
It breaks me, fools me, and bends into everything I do.

“I’ve become a locked door without a key”
There was a ray of idealization in the air.
Now I find myself choking ‘cause there’s almost nothing there.

She looks at me bewildered, and continues to sing her song.
“La la la “

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

Rather interesting how the guy gets so pulled into the lady's singing, its as if he thinks she's singing to him.