CINEMATIC DESPERATION BLUES…

I miss her so bad that my whole body is screaming for a drink,
Or two or maybe the whole damn bottle, even if it really can’t help,
And it’s Rita who died one California night near the place called Venice,
Or Mary D. who I let slip away among the shadows of the Texas night,
Or the others who were loved, held close, kissed, then lost by my
Stupidity or lousy luck or just the misfortunes of time and tide;

Now alone and feeling more alone than the highway east from
El Paso where dreams were lost and scattered like dust in the heat,
Songs of longing that scream louder than a coyote in the night,
Tearing at my hearts flesh and laying open a soul older than dirt,
And I miss her all and hate my blindness and pathetic choices left
Busted like a bad French film without subtitles where no one wins;

So in this May morning overcast and drear desperation pounds on
The shores of my memory as music plays the soundtrack of my film,
A tragicomedy of hopes split wide like a worn paper sack drifting
Along the gutter with all the other detris that composes the camera
Shots of these days winding down into the vortex of self pity thoughts,
And all that’s left to say is if you’ve found a love don’t let it go for the
Regret if you lose it will always cut sharper than you can stand, so
Fade to black, end of film…..