One, Bad, Lane

I burn for you
yes, I need you tonight
it’s a wicked game you play
and I’m wishing you would stay
you work in strange currencies
on the other side of the world
and I’m right here
counting your 9 crimes my dear

I sent my message in a bottle
and with every breath you take
yearning for the angel of harlem
I feel better when I’m numb
in the streets with no name
we play this wicked game
in the name of love
we play this wicked game

round here, she’s always on my mind
but without stopping the love
we can never be one
and I’ve come undone
if I could, you know I would
I would take you on
want you for my Beautiful Blue
because really all I want is you

Copyright L.M. 2007.

Fourflight

twice I watched my number pass
felt the crumbles of the blast
siphoned, mirrored, filed away
sickening by this light of day
parachutes of older grace
pick me up, cradle my face
I’m dying by the light of mourn
repelling with the scent of scorn
a patient man has never seen
the light of me, the plight of me
so sit still while I peck into
my scorching hands, Beautiful Blue
words that letters really ought
not touch the pearls that teach you naught
have wrung my hands into a knot
and teach me what shouldn’t be taught

Copyright L.M. 2007.