it’s something neither lost nor found
a moth-eaten realization, dull & prototypical:
you are the rebound.
string-wound to cushion bone-broken berth
it’s something collateral; fashioned shrapnel
la muleta dividing beast & bull
soon to be… eventual
forego the pretense
entangled in snares of a context irrelevant
Eros escapes me
her love is a morning fog
a beauty searing & vanished at dawn
a warmth forever cold
an embrace you cannot hold
memory as evidence of lingering sentiment
you know it’s true
she’s the best you could do
which would be rather impressive
if your triumphs weren’t transient
but alas, they will lead you
just to leave you in the lurch
& you will not know love
no, you will desperately ache to
a feast among the famished
a truce in war-worn trenches
freedom behind bars imprisoned
an enclave at open sea
credits
from Logic/Garage Band demos,
released November 19, 2011
written, recorded, & produced by Chase Fiorenza.