Abner

Since you've been away, i don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the reddened stone, its all finished for you, no one still at home, to watch the time of day, hear it sing the blues, nothing more to say, you said you had to go, always played the fool, laughed like a bag of bones, your walls are now grey, where's your tobacco, you've eaten all your cake, confined within that space, what is there of truth, lilac as a broken snowflake, you feel the joy of praise see the creep of moon, new horizons not that great, take it as your due. they drive you away alone, to where life is short, rage against the Blues, in this summer light, the sea still surrounds you, you leave without a stone, home provides no clue, no book or i'phone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, say what they can't do, you try to condone, all cards marked, you're not that far, just land down the freeway or stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, if you want to get that far, not what you delegate, from the promenade bar, i thought you were great,