I’m starting to understand what JD means when he speaks about the difference between poetry and song writing. It’s really difficult to imagine these responses without music. Maybe it’s the form, although I think I’ve switched it around here slightly. It’s funny that where JD says that many of these early works are poems trying to be songs, and now that I know them as songs, my responses feel like songs trying to be poems. Anyway, this is where we meet the Alpha couple for the first time. So I’m trying to write from the perspective where their story is already complete and we know the whole sordid affair. They don’t yet. Or do they? Maybe they can guess.
My music recommendation for today is One Winter at Point Alpha Privative
Taking the Auspices
On New Year’s Eve they play music in the valley
but up here we’ve run out of mistakes to tally.
And I remember what you said way back when we met,
when all of our faults echoed as laughter through the alley.
When we kissed at midnight we heard the rockets fly
the fireworks in your eyes; I had never been so high
And I remember what you said way back when we met
and our edges were easier to mollify.
I’m sifting through the data and it’s too much to assay.
I like that you still drive with the dent I put in your chassis.
And I remember what you said way back when we met:
“I can read the signs, they all point to Tallahassee.”
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