Out Of Water

 

Never knew a melody where he could rest. 

Always moved along -

a bridge between the verses of a song.

And every chorus that will rise above drives him farther south

‘til even grace notes struggle in his mouth.

 

There’s a drunk out of whiskey, a sick man out of time.

So why would you even bother with a fish out of water?

 

Looking for a womb where he could lay his head,

a place that he could call

his very own ceiling and a wall.

You’d think the ocean might have been a better home. 

Confided once in me

he never really did well in the sea.

 

You’ve seen him on the lettered streets of Anytown

borrowing its books,

reading faces, thumbing through their looks.

You’ve come face to face with this face once before - 

the time it held your eye

and proposed to the mirror that it lie.

© Audsongs 2014

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