Desert Night Song

I was out on the desert on a Saturday night.
This dark little lady, she gave me a fright -
Said what can I give you, you look such a sight?
I said I can’t find my way to get home.

I went to the river. I went to the well.
I promised the moon I‘d never tell
Bout the left over ticket she tried to sell.
I wonder how long was her song.

She remembered the prism; she remembered the fall.
I hid on the ceiling; I laughed in the hall.
I looked in the crack we made in the wall.
I finally gave up on the stone.

Yesterday’s tomorrow when you’re feeling no pain.
The race can’t be run if you think you’re still sane.
But the laughs on the joker at the end of the train -
Cause we both left feeling all alone.

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 02/16/2010 10:59PM by petersz.

Peter, it's good to see you having fun with your verse. I particularly liked this line:

I hid on the ceiling; I laughed in the hall.


Les

I like the musicality and the Alice in Wonderland feel of this, Peter. I'm smiling and wanting to say something like, .....and you said you couldn't dance. I won't even ask you to explain what it's about .

Mary

This is what happens when I sit around listening to "Mr. Tambourine Man" and "Ballad of a Thin Man."

Thanks for visting, Mary and Les.

Peter

p.s. I am never far from "The Annotated Alice." Even when I'm reading "Beginning Number Theory" by my friend Neville Robbins, acknowledging that I always wanted to be a better mathematician than I is.

...and your friend authored the book? My son tires of the emphasis I put on mathematics. He's studying music theory as he has caught on very well to guitar and he's finding out just how handy the math is when learning about reading notes and meter.

[2/20/2010 8:54 PM]
Mary,

Yes. Neville is a professor Emeritus at San Francisco State College, I think. Likes to do Soduku [?] puzzles and drink coffee. He gave me a copy of his book in exchange for a copy of my ‘Selected Poems -2004-2005.’ Great sense of humor. One of my recent poems was inspired by a conversation with him .

I went to college to become a mathematician and ended up teaching English. The capacity for math is quite akin to the capacity for music...same part of the brain, they say.

Thanks for visiting.

Peter