The Blues
Two years to exchange a broken vinyl record, you have good taste darling,
Cashier charmed with lapis eyes flooding my memory,
Songs bought for lover to
Show I devour
His appetite
And
Vocals.
One year estranged, snaked around his new chase through the bedroom window, framed
Like the kept album cover on his wall,
A shrine to undying tears
Reminding our essence
Is a
Blues
Tune.
Sky fades to corpse, starved ocean swallows itself to extinction, suddenly back in
Record store clutching gray chambers, ventricles, bawling blood,
Pleading to earthly blue eyes,
I am here
To exchange
Something
Broken.
