i.
he thought of me and sang.
i have that effect on people
even myself.
especially myself.

"if i were a carpenter
and you were a lady
would you marry me anyway..."

i never said the songs were appropriate
i never could be a lady

alcohol makes us believe.
he believes he sounds like Bob Dylan when he sings when in reality he makes Dylan (who sounds like a tractor out of oil at the best of times) sound good and i believe i could build him a throne from the tower of babel and call him god...

i believe

i never said i was appropriate



ii.

i never said i was appropriate

history hides the lies all too conveniently
in laws laid down dictating who should be loved and how [much]

...sighs added like an epitaph
as we sat there looking at the wall that was once a door

one day i'll love somebody
and we wont promise each other anything

but me-
i have had years to master the interpretation of your speech-without-spacebars mumble...

and all the grieving voices within grew silent




iii.

and all the grieving voices inside grew silent

"if i were a carpenter
and you were a lady
would you marry me anyway..."

i still believe though the tower of babel throne has been worn down by life and time i still believe, though dreams of grandeur have been lead astray by alcohol and rumours of epitaphs i still believe

and i catch him singing every now and then though his lungs now betray him

i still believe

the same world that elated and enchanted me also left me broken

i never said i was appropriate
he never said i was a lady