good songs


words written sit along lines,

cutting through brain, a circular saw,

only bits remembered.

but good songs grab like nothing else.

songs follow looping “g”,

“s” twisting back. joined-together

words flow, pull themselves along sounds

looping high, then

low around edges – thummering

bass notes circle pelvic bowls,

pure, high note runs down spinal bones

skipping over some in transit.

songs creep into ears

find ways into cauliflowered grey matter’s

hills and valleys.

never take straight lines,

meander. rest in gentle valleys.

truth tripped from tongues

slips under closed doors,

hand-written envelope,

kissed by lipsticked mouth,

pushed by quiet hand in

space between wood and floor.

old fashioned love.

hand touching hand. real contact.

taken bodily, sat in that chair,

doesn’t let you leave until

your heart has wept a thousand times

in a single heartbeat,

leapt a thousand times

in a pure note of unutterable joy,

your guts have been strummed

like a mandolin,

your sinews have rung out

with each corresponding note.

good songs leave you

shipwrecked, torn,

tattered, in rags, in love,

on the edge, over the edge,

between worlds.

longing for home you

never knew you had,

until now.

One thought on “good songs

  1. lornasmithers May 30, 2016 / 11:40 am

    Love the line ‘your guts have been strummed / like a mandolin’ 🙂

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