|
Post by jackthebear on Mar 20, 2006 14:30:08 GMT -5
a poem I wrote for my favorite singer a year or 3 ago
Bones (for Bob Dylan)
If you see her say hello she might be in Tangiers Don’t bring back no bad time news no sorrow blues no small town shoes Just bring me some Spanish boots from across that bastard ocean “Ya know she ain’t the one for me” A phrase I’ve used Them piss poor blues
Don’t come back with your lips all pierced your lipstick smeared or call me “dear” If that’s the way it’s gonna be I’m headin back to the city
Down the streets the dogs are barkin but I still can’t make the tune The streets of Rome are lined with ruin a darkening street on a bottomless shoe
I ain’t got no visions of Johanna’s trickster night I got no ghost of ‘lectricity I just got bones of apathy I won’t talk soul or misery Time ain’t nothin but a memory Electric rock got no folk with me I dug your “Song for Woody”
She probably don’t remember me You tell her it’s the same to me Damn the ghost of ‘lectricity Damn these bones of apathy
|
|
asaria
New Member
Cute and Crazy, what more could you want?
Posts: 41
|
Post by asaria on Mar 25, 2006 23:08:41 GMT -5
is it odd if you can "hear" dylan singing it? lol. i liked
|
|
|
Post by jackthebear on Mar 25, 2006 23:33:55 GMT -5
no, not odd, I think I hear him too. By the way thanks for commenting, every poem here had a comment but mine, lol
|
|
asaria
New Member
Cute and Crazy, what more could you want?
Posts: 41
|
Post by asaria on Mar 26, 2006 10:37:49 GMT -5
anytime;) would've commented earlier, but i was slightly/kinda/sorta very happy on cold medicine, lol
|
|