blue in Green

i left books at home

the night

i became lost and found

You

persuaded me

to trade my philosophies

for fantasies You promised

to make

reality

but first i had to

stroke

your lamp

your ego

make You come

out

so i crossed that burning

bridge

leaving compass

behind so i could

follow

your direction

but You had no idea how to lead

me astray

so i sit alone (now)

reading books

clutching compass while

Miles Davis blows

through my radio

and it sounds just

like your smile

crooked

lonely

bright

now i’m not dreaming of You

as Billie cradles her blue

I’m thinking of me

 

you were no genial genie

in a jeweled bottle

just a green ghost

in a jar of jade