What could have been?
On the road, town to town, some strange rv..
Dunkin’ Donuts, Chain Smokin’, Coffee Free Refills.
5th Act Re-Write.
Pine Cone Tree Smell in the Car, freezing cold..
John Lennon Glasses, a Wry Smile, Another Nail in the Coffin.
Man, I gotta get out of this nowhere town… MAN.
The river stinks. The mill pumps wood pulp into it.
Misfits with New Monikers.
You just wanted to be loved. I used to fill the void.
Just what coulda been..
The vodka bongwater ate the porcelain off the bathroom sink.
You drank it.
Told me about the ride in the hatchback looking at the stars,
sayin’
“I FEEL SO GOOD RIGHT NOW, I SHOULD DIE, SO I CAN FEEL THIS WAY FOREVER!”
WHOA!!
stop.
FUCK! MY BRAINS DON’T WORK.
He’d rather quit music than to fall into nostalgia.
Was told that he compartmentalized himself,
showing different aspects of himself to certain people,
Like no one got the full picture.
I thought I did.
What could have been?
Living in mother’s basement
Stacks of records, tapes, cd’s,
the JAMBOX,
Microphone hanging from the ceiling.
Man, I want to believe that You can Sing thru Me,
Listen to jams for hours on end, be your ears.
Just tune into your frequency, resonance,
Your spirit station on the radio dial.
Irrelevant now, what could have been.