augury doggerel

Monday, November 25, 2002


Last night, I wrote a big song, the big song, the sort of song they will sing for decades. The would have and should have and why and when and if came to me in seconds. Love was lost and I was leaving or coming home or she was leaving for somewhere forever or staying forever here. I etched it in weeping minors for quivering steel strings and an aching echoing ninth that would break a shivering heart like a sweet apple snaps in strong hands. I puffed it into the air and drifted it down into everyone's own secret valley. Then I took the last train and found myself humming along to the noise leaking from some kid's earphones and lost everything and it's never coming back.


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