Friday, March 26, 2004
Henry Hudson’s Killer
Your former life came to haunt last night,
Teaching me to dance and smell
Dried beer for the first time.
We mined the meaning of clichés,
Cried for Kurt and Korea, and
Every failure earned.
This is where my wife found us:
You, ogling the clean carpet,
Fingering my new flesh,
I, too sober for the music,
Coming to every conclusion.
You, throwing the keyboard into the street,
Yelling betrayal,
I, flashing back,
It is the end of looking forward,
Leading Henry Hudson across the plank,
To his final discovery,
Allowing us to grow old,
And return
To our home bank,
Warm, bound, and guilty.
Teaching me to dance and smell
Dried beer for the first time.
We mined the meaning of clichés,
Cried for Kurt and Korea, and
Every failure earned.
This is where my wife found us:
You, ogling the clean carpet,
Fingering my new flesh,
I, too sober for the music,
Coming to every conclusion.
You, throwing the keyboard into the street,
Yelling betrayal,
I, flashing back,
It is the end of looking forward,
Leading Henry Hudson across the plank,
To his final discovery,
Allowing us to grow old,
And return
To our home bank,
Warm, bound, and guilty.
