Lightening quick flash,
And the pang of that feeling
Brought on by a not so distant
Memory of a lonely little house,
And a song someone wrote about you.
I remember the first rehearsal;
Crash, wave, cosmic suffering;
Climax, then low longing as night
Came through the window and squinted
At all the lights left flickering.
My cup was half full then,
My heart drunk on distance.
Telephone recovery.
Proximity illusions foreboding.
Now a silent afternoon of
Insignificance.
Everyday is dull and dismembered
From the once remembered meaning
That I presently do not feel.
Someone took the man in me
And made him his own worst enemy.
Call it by the shades of indifference
Witnessed, can it be like this?
Can it be so?
Everybody has a plan,
I'm sitting on my hands,
Pretending I'm still capable of
Being a good and solid man.
I drown in the wake shifted
By this passing vessel of change.