In the heart’s slaughterhouse, my mind is forever transformed. It’s what emerges afterwards which is the problem I must reconcile. I was in Virginia for lecture when you released a free version of Beyond Here Lies Nothin’. I looked for a computer in between my obligations. Nonetheless, I was forced to wait until today to hear the song.
Like me, God is not deaf. The song is fierce, I write to remember it now and find I must play it again as I write, for the fifteenth time. Butter, bread and salt. Salt and water. Soft bread and sweet butter. I’m in over my head waiting for the 28th to arrive.
I love you, absolutely. And there is nothing you or anybody can do about it.
3 responses so far ↓
Regina Clare Jane // April 5, 2009 at 3:24 am |
Oh, you are beautiful, Lisa… I think you are fierce.
Tom // April 16, 2009 at 2:26 pm |
I’ll be your Bob Dylan tonight, what d’ya say?
your sister jennifer // April 17, 2009 at 1:28 pm |
do you think he’s reading this ? I would if I were him.
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