I Live For The Lives Of Those Most Dear Poem by Mark Nichols

This is the stink on the funk
Where we practice to the sirens call
What you got to lose?
He who pauses, dies
And she whose heart beats loses it all
‘Cause we're taking a bath in the strawberry moon
And there's a Nobel songman still alive
He who pauses, dies
Leg me up over that wall

I love your heart beating like the weeks
Your pulse is like the years
And for a moment my sweet sadness just goes "poof"
Get me away from my grief
Tickle my cheek with your tears
I live for the lives of those most dear
He's not me and he's not you
So I can write the songs
The jankytowners like us pretty good too
They've asked us back next year

Well this pretty girl spoke up, loud
"I'd rather take, " she says
"And someday I'll be over there
If I'm gonna chase or be chased"

When I was twelve I made aether
Now it's either or
I'm enjoying the illusion of seclusion
It's what? or what for?

In my thirties there were many possibilities
When I was young
You and me
And you and I will be together in some time
It's gonna rain and it's gonna pee
The conflicts that came between us
For hope is always tight with worry
You and me and you and me

Always making money
In denial more than grief
I entered a cave where nobody'd been
Potholes, portals and eyeworms, baby
Potholes, portals and eyeworms

I love your heart beating like the weeks
Your pulse is like the years
And for a moment my sweet sadness just goes "poof"
Get me away from my grief
Tickle my cheek with your tears
We live for the lives of those most dear