Charlie v. the Frustration (Dated December 17, 2008)

Charlie was sitting on a bench in a park
a park unkempt and broken
by the children who’d grown
by the sun that had shown
it’s teeth to the grass
and burnt the green yellow

Charlie was thinking, on the bench, of a girl
a girl who’d sent for a cab
for Charlie to ride in
for his soul to writhe in
as if he would wring himself
blood and all
for her and no one else

Charlie was breathing on the bench with the world
on his back and stuck in a lyric
“No there is no other one
I can’t have any other one
Though I would, now I never
could with one;” a cycle
of rivers flow into the sea
hung in the strings

Charlie was leaving his soul on a bench
for the girl who made him think
of the murdering sun,
of the blood that was wrung,
of the lyrics that won
him over in time
and the cab would leave him
as a stitch in time;
without yours, without mine.

Better get up on your run, Charlie.