Mardi Gras Beads

Parquet Courts 2018.05.15 72
Your glance sings of 
lyrics ‘cite from memory
Its sad our goodbyes 
sound nostalgic
Your chords swung me 
from an ol’ holler tree
I’m living like a vagabond 
that just can’t decide
When to leave
 
With roots are in the rhythm 
to my mind it swings
I found even is 
impossible to keep
Everyday starting up 
a balance beam
Still you’re steady with me 
always carrying the melody
Smiling all the while the paint 
chips off my mala prayer beads
 
It’s the images, contained ? 
not the lenser frames
Recalled to my mind 
before I fall asleep
A list of regrets is no place to be
I’m coming in late 
but I’ll never modulate us
To the minor key
Smiling all the while the paint 
chips off my mardi grass beads
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