Will you ever need my shoulder…to rest your head, while you weep with despair?
Where are your thoughts this evening? And where is your body? Have you taken them into the night? To the shadowy bar or the glittery club? Are you weaving through the crowd? Are your vapours mingling with the vapours of others? Is this where you seek intimacy? Are you laughing with some of the people you’ve just met? Flirting? Do you know the script? Have you rehearsed the manipulations you like to exhort upon the others? And the way you hold yourself, the angle of body, your position in the group, a studied stillness…do these things maximise your beauty, your allure?
But what happens when you sense the tears? Will you be able to stop them? Hold them inside until you’re alone? Or will they seep through? Will you need to run…back into the night? Can you outrun your sadness? Do your tears etch into your face, eroding your flesh; scarring and reshaping? Building a haven? Or an armour? Are you shielded from truth? Are you safe now?
3 comments:
this is very poetic for a saddy noight .. impressive. just curious what the floyd reference is about. pink floyd?
The label "Floyd" is for anything that tends toward invented or creative writing. And, yes, "Floyd" honours the masters of creativity, Pink Floyd. Although I may have heard of Floyd as a boys name before I'd heard of Pink - I may even have named one of the "little people" Floyd.
Either way, it's a name that's been with me for a long time.
hm, when you wrote "exhort", isn't it "exert", that you meant ?
(as a french, i don't always get the nuances...)
i wonder how effulgent feel about that lyrical piece...
quite a few years have gone by, haven't they
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