Tusket Water

 

 

 

It is an inescapable melody running in bloody symphonies

coursing through my veins like misty mains gone wild

gushing and crashing along the granite byways where

minds and hearts are hardened and saddened

in perfect harmonies of sodden memories

while kd and other amused chanteuse abuse

the soul connection that binds us all in pain

as slain, insane, our constant craving soon wanes

 

There is no meaning meandering here in weeping delight

just discordant sights and signs, signifying nothing

or at least that is how it seems

as cases of you float away in sickened air

oh what flair you have for inflicting

savagely loving good byes without even trying

 

Was there something in the tusket water?

 

Posit:

 

A life time’s woes sought and bestowed by unspecified numbers of cascading crows

 

Was there something in the tusket water?

 

Was there?

 

 

Copyright r.b.franklin 05/02/08

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