come up a flight (above the saloon)

exhaustion

falling asleep on my feet;
a couple of visitors I couldn’t meet,
nothing left to run on but blood & the beat
falling asleep on my feet.

writing out letters goodbye;
another ending that come with a sigh,
give you the truth with no reason to lie
writing out letters goodbye.

knowing you’ll try one last time;
thinking the right words’ll change my mind,
sucking the melon right down to the rind,
knowing you’ll try one last time.

taking my soma to dream;
de Quincey would pick up just what he needs
the fools got a pocket where all’s what it seems
taking my soma to dream.

farewell to the lady in gray;
I haven’t slept since two days past today,
looking around but it seems there’s no way,
farewell to the lady in gray.

I’m sorry I came up so short;
if this was military, we decide to abort,
if it was a debate I’d have no retort,
sorry I came up so short.

there was time you needed me most;
off in the evening playing guest of mine host,
nothing to lie about nothing to boast,
not there when you needed me most

falling asleep on my feet;
a couple of visitors I couldn’t meet,
nothing left to run on but blood & the beat
falling asleep on my feet.

now we are separate again;
we ain’t been this way since before you walked in,
strange to know you ain’t even my friend,
now we are separate again.
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Dedicated to the girl I said goodbye to today after what feels like a lifetime of ghosts and invisible chains. Everything is cut, we are totally separate again for the first time since the Summer of 1997. Inspired by the great Barney incident at that store across from the Best Buy near Springfield Mall. Somehow I found the balls to rip you right out of your life and into mine. All’s fair in love and war, and now, we’re even, and I release you from my life. 13 years is long enough to hold out hope. Thanks for all the kind support, it is exactly what I needed. It is 3:17 a.m. Saturday morning, and I am dog tired and feeling like an unwanted mutt. That’s okay, it’s just what I am. Now starts something new. Scary & exciting at the same time; but I’m gonna break free. From now on, I’m all you get.

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4 Responses to “come up a flight (above the saloon)”

  1. beautiful poem hiding a sad, true story.

  2. Dear friend,

    After delaying as much as I could I have systematically added almost all my awards to my blog. Now its my turn to share them. Don’t be scared, just take one at a time.

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    With lots of affection and warmest wishes,
    Sharmishtha

    • Thank you very very much for the honor. However, we here at The Fool’s Back Pocket do not know how to add pictures or graphics to the site, nor do we place any non-textual items on the blog. While I am heartily appreciative of the kindness you’ve shared, I must decline any awards. However, thanks for reading and taking time to comment and share my poetry along. That is the bees knees, nay, the cat’s pajamas. Hope you are having a great Sunday,

      crb.

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