these angry young men
are stomping about
on stages across the country.
in rousing harmony,
they’re stealing your hearts
and asking for just a few more
folks to purchase their merch
so they can afford the gas
to fill up the van
and fill up themselves
with whiskey and
delightful, shrieking young things.
these hapless and angular formations
are bending and shaking and thrumming and clapping
their way into
your ears and eyes and nose
with their paper mache thoughts
come alive in the stage light.
they eat like animals
and they smell like heaven
and they’re after their fates like
quick on silver paint that runs down their faces on
all hallow’s eve.
these old boys
are asking your daughters out for a drink in a european country.
they’re well-travelled in their verse
and well-versed in their rambling,
and they’ve gone abroad to find familiar faces in a lonely kind of place.
they’re standing in deep water and
food stamp lines with degrees in
the art and science of love for their
wise before their time.
these young men
are the answered prayers of long forgotten spells
written in a book of shadows
she wrote when she was just thirteen.
she she asked the good lord
if She would send her down an angel
with the bluest eyes and shapely lips
to sing her hymnals and steal her heart and
never give it back.
original poem by Anna Aileen See. please do not replicate, share, or reblog without permission, thanks.
new sara that sounds like older/classic sara. perf.
"By tomorrow we’ll be lost amongst the leaves,
in a wind that chills the skeletons of trees,
and when the moon, it shines, I will leave two lines.Just find my love, then find me.”
"except you, my love."
pretty-sad. the best kind.
teaching myself this song on uke today. :))))