The Muse and the Gallows by V. Blakei'm the graffiti on the overpass,
and you're whatever spraypaint's left.
i'm a blurring, slurring silhouette
you left on a stretch of road just outside town
about a six-string soul played out of tune
for a man still drunk on your perfume
without even a song or two
he'd rather not forget
i'm the solemn, falling minor chords
and you're a ghost beneath a bridge.
i bet ya found me bouncing like an echo,
caught in between extremes
of filthy little optimists
and dead-end little dreams,
with nothing left in me to show
for my fading lover's screams
but empty-bottle apathy
and recycled self-esteem.
i could have been a favorite lyric,
instead of just an epitaph. 12/07/2009 Posted on 12/07/2009 Copyright © 2025 V. Blake
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/07/09 at 02:39 PM ...the silhouette left outside of town, one classy line and that starts you rolling...a tremedously good write. sorta, 'what's it all about Alfie?' |
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/07/09 at 02:54 PM And there are so many tunes here. I hear them all, from old blue eyes to the boss it seems we all scream the same thing as we dangle from the rope. Great write Vince. |
Posted by Ava Blu on 12/07/09 at 04:37 PM the 4th stanza is my favorite |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/07/09 at 07:26 PM Vice, I'm loving this! And, "...I'm the solemn, falling minor chords/and you're a ghost beneath a bridge." Ghost is an excellent double play, visually under a bridge, and more ethereally, in the music..nice, nice write! Thanks.
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Posted by Shannon McEwen on 12/08/09 at 05:11 AM I aobsolutely dig this, this is fantastic, the whole thing. |
Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 12/08/09 at 04:03 PM "i bet ya found me bouncing like an echo, / caught in between extremes" just wow. the more i read your work the more impressive it becomes. this is a well crafted piece with solid visuals. again, nice work. |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/08/09 at 07:02 PM "empty-bottle apathy
and recycled self-esteem."
damn! |
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