La Joyous Garde
Nobody makes me cry
and give it up—pennies, baby
compared to what I’ll give to you,
leave with you
when it’s done and it will be done
I’m no one man woman, son
I got a fire burning through a hole—
a whole stack of newspapers went up in flames
in about two minutes, I blame
a middle class childhood and too much time
to think, to drink while I’m trying to “find myself”
that’s nothing new and I’m not complaining
I like the dead end absolution of two people playing
at love.
Wired on a little too little caffeine and
a natural affinity for stirring up trouble
cuddling is not for me, I don’t want the memories
later when I hate you and I’ll hate you—
the way you swallow and say the words “hey you”
if you pour out your feelings on the kitchen table
at least I can make us breakfast, unless
this is not a mealtime conversation, in which case,
you keep passionately declaring your expectations
and I’ll flip through a fashion magazine
(even though I hate those things)
got to wait ‘til the next morning brings
another newspaper.
a natural affinity for stirring up trouble
cuddling is not for me, I don’t want the memories
later when I hate you and I’ll hate you—
the way you swallow and say the words “hey you”
if you pour out your feelings on the kitchen table
at least I can make us breakfast, unless
this is not a mealtime conversation, in which case,
you keep passionately declaring your expectations
and I’ll flip through a fashion magazine
(even though I hate those things)
got to wait ‘til the next morning brings
another newspaper.
"Oh my darling,
oh my darling,
my heart breaks as you take your long journey."
Doc Watson & Rosa Lee Watson
