Sound Bored

I’m bored and I’m lonely

I need steel guitar

and a good bass line

Then I could keep time with the rest of them

 

I could write lyrics

profound and meaningful

Where less means more

I could rhyme, forgiven

as long as I was quick

with it

wit

 

I need to get out of here

 

With every exit there’s a chance

I’ll never come home

I might go to the carnival and find work

 

I might join the circus

I’ve always loved a cage

 

Maybe I’ll fly to France

and bid you all adieu

 

All I know

Is I am done

Finit!

Through!

 

I should stop listening to sad music

 

I should stop drinking wine

to kill the last nano seconds

of my time

 

I should stop passing judgment

But I can’t help it

I am angry

and not just at you

 

I’ve been down and out for so

long it’s begun to seem like

a television sitcom theme song

and I can’t really stand it

when the joke’s on me

and I didn’t tell it first

 

If I played piano I’d have quippy

One liners that failed in between

keys,

I’d have melodramatic jazz songs

that made you want to take me home

red dress and all

I’d have canopies of flowers on my bed

 

I’m here

next door to 39^th street

No where to go

Nothing to say

Stuck

in my own

senseless madness

The one that makes me climb the walls

curse the tree-lined street I live on

and crave the beach I haven’t seen

in oh so long, missing the times

I cursed the sun – but saw it from ashore,

 

I want

a little bit

No, a lot more than this

 

I’ll fall asleep soon

I’ll forget to shoot the moon

with every star I’ve saved

from my sling shot

I’ll un-tie every knot I meant to cut

I’ll keep it all safe

boxed up

and cradled

near the furnace

 

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[Ed Hart]

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