Now and Then: Shanghaied from the Blues

Shanghaied from the Blues

I wanted to shave my head, babe
I wanted to bleed white-knuckle blood
I wanted to kiss the neck
Of a wine bottle till my message sunk

I’s hanging from being rung-out, overused
But then came you...
And you shanghaied me from the blues

I was trying to be civil about this
I hate how good I am at putting on the act
Trying not to burn bridges
I would not of dug the mote if I really wanted that

I’s hanging frail from my fingernails obtuse
But then came you...
And you shanghaied me from the blues

She never could take a hint, no
Got no sense of appropriateness
Requested hug turns semantic lecture
Well pardon me, your high highness

I’s hanging from a poor-tied hangman’s noose
But then came you...
And you shanghaied me from the blues

* * *

Paper lantern
Lights the balcony
Linger of camphor
From a beginner’s ink
Across the parchment
A fleeting document
Subtle the muscles
The expression you gave

And I’m sorry if I’ve spent all day on this vent
When we could have done a lot of other things
I really hate to waste your time
I should put it behind
My mind is winding like a Jack ready to spring
But lying by your side
Looking into your eyes
You make me forget about all those bitter things
Girl you take me away
You take me away
You take me away
Take me away…



Under the parasol
Eyes of a fiddler crab
Watch us like two periscopes
From underneath the sand




May 19, 2006