Snapshots of Random Assonance

And memories still linger memories of choruses of swindlers singing melodies in criminally inclined rhapsodies minimally inspired to stop the crime i floundered, yes i fumbled and practically watched them making off with time mostly mine, some of it pilfered some of it taken straight up i've been set up in various stitch ups people of different shades and sizes setting me up and leaving i was hung out to dry left wondering why, but still survived i will have to cut my loss write it off as noncollectable debt patch up the holes in my pockets and find ways to move on if you are hearing this please feel free to comment i'm just getting started on a whole new process And memories linger also, of fingers strumming tunes on borrowed guitars broken strings, missing fingers hidden figures dancing in the background of a beautiful mind i have an eye for these things i see the world in pictures heads bobbing back and forth and there, an orchestra of fiddlers i heard you when you called I have stared at the shadows of singers compared notes and nodded at the silhouettes of the happy people lost in concert nodding heads to the beating of an invisible drum fusion of rhythm and rhyme and the passage of time And all the sounds from different tribes haunting the ragged edge of sleep nightmares staking out on the street corners of my nights in affluence offering different kinds of influence in dreams we forged an impossible confluence and memories will linger of ditties sung beautifully in my absence i'm taking leave of abstinence