poem written by johnbull, 2006 - ! ! ~` Creative Song\Poetry Writers & Vi - tribe.netTribe.net. Local Connectionspoem written by johnbull, 2006Jhnhttp://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/1c6a44b6-e721-4475-87e7-518a4f4f47c6#be77e27b-f18d-4fbc-9f5d-db194475830c2007-09-24T04:33:43Z2007-09-24T04:33:43Z“grandpiano”
Grand piano sing me a tune
About a dying face in the moon.
Kill me a thousand notes in D sharp
And sign it off to the sake of making art.
My plastic heart wants their fleshy parts to suffer the same as I,
But I know that place ‘cause I’ve fixed my gaze on their cuts and cried.
Speak this swampwater song, sordid lullaby, “so long,”
Steal away in the daytime, a mist hides my face is gone.
Corridor leading to the caller calling leaden lips to the witness,
Who can be this fallen bleeding girl? Oh, my sweetness!
Two’s tonality, and three’s credulity-
A pair’s exclusivity lost on my naïveté
That I could be, well, see…never mind it.
A single note sought for a key
A rhythm and a harmony
Split your lips to whisper a kiss
From your heart through your fingertips
Don’t stutter……
Shape the words, don’t speak,
Forget me
You have your song
And another just pining on.
What’s not good is right for me
A chord uncut, bound by faith, conceive.
Shorn of certainty that tomorrow is new
I know it’s just not true, I found out because of you
Drum this on your knees
To the sound of seven strings
They give me strength for every day
A reassuring timbre wrapped around my waist
Under the cover of this ripe and shining color
Is the fruit my heart and soul require.
Sweet on my tongue
and warm on my face.Jhn2007-09-24T04:33:43Z