By The Guppy
Date: 26 September 1999

on blanche

all the backstreet illusions have left with confusion
that i just can't remember so well
i'll never admit that i cannot forget her farewell
i've fostered my fortune and tailored the torture
as if i directed the play
and through all the scenes and the dark ghetto dreams
i thought i'd have more things to say

it wasn't about her...her poise and her power
were not what was burned into time
she never admitted her feelings were much more than mine
she asked for a magnet, i gave her a rainbow
i can't help i couldn't oblige
i knew from the start that my strength is my heart
and my weakness is there also tied

we were lovers by moonlight and liars by day
we were not the ideal romance
the words on our tongues were lost by the deeds of our hands
the fire burned brightly with our bodies wound tightly
and the shock of it all left us cold
we never were warned that fires too warm
can leave you with nothing to hold

i pretended i saw her on the beach reading chaucer
and brushing the sand from her skin
i thought i'd replace her with all the strange places i've been
but, her image obscures me, does damage and cures me
and leaves me alone in the sand
to be judged by the tide as the ocean presides
and sentences boyhood to man

bleeding does nothing 'cept to clarify suff'ring
and make all the papercuts scar
nobody has all the answers stored up in a jar
i do often wonder, if i never had found her
how my life would be so different
i'd never erase her, i'd never deface her
and i'll never deny what she meant