Backstories

BACKSTORIES We were rich with pocket lint Time is money And every cent Was spent …………………………………………………………………………………………….. Years ago before I died I walked away from your side And cried I was blind and sight I sought I moved away, worth what I bought I thought Compass changed, a northern view From far away, with vision new I stared at you I discovered wealth is pelf In that place, so for my health I smacked myself One day I left that state so unkind Returned unaware of what I might find You were in mind I came back home, my window taped On my sleeve my heart was draped But you said you were raped And with that word you spawned a fugitive The hate you made was punitive Diminutive The soaring noise Clocks fly so fast A regression sound Now in the past I live at last Projected voice that sounded strong I aimed at you and in a song I was wrong I close my eyes to see what gleams I woke up Can’t trust my dreams It seems