you saw me standing alone –
without a dream in my heart,
without a love of my own.”
This is my part of the porch
cold cement, rain dripping from rafters,
ash on the petals as my toes turn to ice.
A lovely little heat vampire waiting to suck you dry.
That manic cat still smiles from the stars,
peering down at me, coming unglued,
I think this time he’ll fall.
A frog leaps from my hair,
taking too many stories with him –
tangled, tattered, tripped on bent legs.
I could kiss him.
Isn’t that what they say?
Press close these poisoned lipped-wishes
change you into a man.
I left my soul on the side of the road
You can see it when you drive by –
rotting and reeling in the guilt treaded tire marks
of what if…what if…what if.
Maybe I should open a vein.
Maybe I should close the blinds.
Maybe I should shut my mouth and wait for the endorphin rush.
I want you to see past this escalation,
the drama queen purr and pounce;
find the reason
in the girl
on this spot, on this porch, in the rain.
Take out that monster of regret
The moon is your voice;
I can hear it
hoarse from too much
and too little.
Give me a kiss before the credits roll.
Keep me sane, chained
even as my heart –
Blue Moon Revisited (Song for Elvis) (live) :: Cowboy Junkies