Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

October 13, 2009

last straw blues

Filed under: prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 8:36 pm

One of these nights

and we don’t know when

We’re gonna walk off

& not come back again

I blame the churn

the churn is not near enough to stop

I believe the churn’s the blame

the churn is hot, turns hot enough

                                                     to spill and drop

The churn grinds the mind of me.

And I don’t..won’t mind.

One of these days, here,

We won’t see come

We’ll lose what’s left of words

Kind words and common tongue.

I blame the churn

-the churn is not near enough to stop

I believe the churn’s to blame

-the churn is hot, turns hot enough

                                                    to spill and drop

The churn grinds the mind of me

and I don’t  I won’t mind

because maybe when i wrote the refrain’s responses to “I blame the churn” and kinda heard bosomy beautiful black voices backing me up..thieving , respectful apologies to Ray, & love always

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