walkin' the blues...

you ask about my words

words of sadness
of heaviness of haunting
cloudy words
words colored with the blues


their sounds of sorrow
come from the shadows
of those dark streets
where the sun don’t shine
where love is a one-way
dead-end alley
the heart’s barren tenements
testimony to the emptiness
of lonely days where
the only defense from
the elements of reality
lies in the black cloak
of endless nights
the only light beaming
down from last years
twinklestars in the sky
james dean walkin’ down
in times square
that’s no longer square
just a closed circle
no way in no way out


and it’s true i feel haunted
but aren't we all
haunted
haunted by someTHING
someONE
by ourSELF?
from this life or
another life
haunted for sure
and threads of that haunting
trailing along with us still
leaving a legacy to be told
to be spoken
to be woven into words
haunted threads
waiting to be woven into words
and when the weavin’ is done
displayed for all to see
to feel to taste to hear
words


yeah, i’ve walked those streets
the streets of the blues
saw you there one night too
walked those blues
most of my life
know the neighborhood

like the back of my hand
the dark empty streets
with the harmonica wailin'
from the shadows
the streets of the unfulfilled
the unrequited the unlived
the avenue of unlove
the avenue of unlife
still walkin’ those blues
right beside you


[inspired by roger, trevor, nevine, trish - 
to whom i  send much gratitude and love]