Negative
Bluelighter
I have this idea that I'm going to write a poem about every track on my demo and send a booklet with the CDs when I shop them . . . not lyrics, but a poem that I write about the experience of listening to a song after I've wrote it, when I'm in a different place than I was . . . here is the first of those poems, coincides with my song Cobweb (Three) . . .
I can hear emotions
peak around the speaker
soft pounds
and a voice that wails
as sweet as December . . .
Was this the soundtrack to
some proto-sexual funeral procession
in my head?
The audio background noise
on a television show?
Because
hard as I try
I can't recall the feelings,
the isolated
despair and sadness
that I breathed into this song . . .
but the work
makes my heart feel,
regardless
. . . of course it was real . . .
a soul repaired
not quite healed . . .
I can hear emotions
peak around the speaker
soft pounds
and a voice that wails
as sweet as December . . .
Was this the soundtrack to
some proto-sexual funeral procession
in my head?
The audio background noise
on a television show?
Because
hard as I try
I can't recall the feelings,
the isolated
despair and sadness
that I breathed into this song . . .
but the work
makes my heart feel,
regardless
. . . of course it was real . . .
a soul repaired
not quite healed . . .

