the bare walls of my garage
should have your name hanging from the nearest hook
i haven't done a full accounting yet but when i do
i'll know what all it was you took
"Let's stay here!"
i heard you whispering into my ear.
and for awhile the winds were calm
i could reach out to you and you knew what i would do
with closed eyes while the world was mine
you especially tasted divine
but i can't hide from a hurricane
and you can't outrun your past riding on a speeding train:
young men kept coming into your studio in twos and threes
too many cocktails and sleeping pills, "Another one please!"
and it came to an end when i opened the front door
it didn't even seem possible to reach the distant shore
but i knew i had to get away
to walk on the white sands of an innocent beach
far out to sea and out of reach
my mouth and hands and feet and eyes
no longer painted in still life disguise
the bare walls of my garage
should have your name hanging from the nearest hook
i haven't done a full accounting yet but when i do
i'll know what all it was you took
"Let's stay here!"
i heard you whispering into my ear.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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