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Lost Blues

byLauren Hynde©


I want to play a song for you.
I'm afraid of getting it wrong:
Elvis just seems too sad,
The Beatles you'd laugh,
and I don't know if Lou Reed
wouldn't bring even more silence
to this late afternoon.

Don't say a thing; don't tire
your purity of a broken bird.
I know it resonates
in every song
aligned in ceremony;
we can't escape
the presage of melodies.

Don't lie like this
in the shadow of my night;
when you open your arms
someone might die
of love and kill you.
Wait a little longer;
let me be the one to run.

I want to play a song for you,
a blunder you might forgive of me.
I'm afraid of Joni Mitchell;
don't laugh at The Beatles,
or at Led Zeppelin.

Maybe you will answer,
relive my kiss
inlaid in the pages
of your body, dilacerated
by the song that was lost.


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