I MAYBE LOST THE CAROM
I NEVER WANTED TO HAVE
Your arms were extended to me.
I grasped them back. I felt the pulse
of your steady heart beating. Outside -
somewhere in the misty midnight air -
they'd gathered for a candlelit vigil.
-
People by the ton stood their ground
(let's put it that way for effect). In rows
of two or three they chanted or sang,
something I couldn't understand. A
police whistle wailed, the distant train
whistled, and the last thing to be heard
was some man shouting odd commands.
-
Nothing went well, but nothing went down.
The newspapers - though they tried - even
they were unable to come up with a story.
We egged them on by making up lies.
They hung on our every word.
I NEVER WANTED TO HAVE
Your arms were extended to me.
I grasped them back. I felt the pulse
of your steady heart beating. Outside -
somewhere in the misty midnight air -
they'd gathered for a candlelit vigil.
-
People by the ton stood their ground
(let's put it that way for effect). In rows
of two or three they chanted or sang,
something I couldn't understand. A
police whistle wailed, the distant train
whistled, and the last thing to be heard
was some man shouting odd commands.
-
Nothing went well, but nothing went down.
The newspapers - though they tried - even
they were unable to come up with a story.
We egged them on by making up lies.
They hung on our every word.
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