are happier in my head
even as banjos
bend the moment for other autumns.
I still smile
over doldrums
and morose melodies
because they meet me where I need them to meet me.
our parts mingle
and diagnostics are nada,
but can you cure me
of these happy-sad tunes?
I look away
from the tomorrow day,
I never loved anybody
as much as you.
keep quiet
as I know I am
not a lion of desire,
I am a fool.
new music
and gazing eyes,
that is all I can give
because I am not better than that scuffle.
remember my funny heart,
my sing-song soul,
because it won't be
around for long, assuming.