A Lover's Memories

A Lover’s Memories By Jesse Scobie

Well there’s old Gin smokin’ ponies off the eastern shores of tomorrow
While the blind man climbs the leaning ladder asking “What can I borrow?!”
The sheriff sips pancakes through a straw while drinking Jack Daniels with a spoon
Yes he’s one crazy loon, who just knows too much too soon

Emerald queen of Sicily flying on an airplane made of bricks
She lands in the corner of your eyes, in the land of the sick
The jester whispers to her ear “What’s the matter my lady?”
She says “If I don’t find happiness I think I’m going to go crazy!”

You just sit there in your chair wishing you could feel her affection
The silhouette of her soul rises in the east of her reflection
But the girl you once knew is now far from resurrection
And your love for her has taken a brand new direction

Countesses write mantras on the wall saying “Live and let live”
But the tanks and canons tear down the meaning with “Who gives”
As the lives of the aristocrats and socialists are driven to shame
And the bumbling fool businessmen there are still the ones to blame

Vagabonds sail to sea in cigarette lighters full of bananas
They all stand naked with eye patches and wear bandanas
Wizards of the ancient times meet them in the mystery dust
But they soon control their minds with visions of pure lust

You just stand there on your porch wishing you could feel her touch
Her naked body waits at the long lost door where you lost so much
Another girl comes out wearing only leopard skin fur speaking Dutch
Saying “Forget that girl babe, you know I’m the one you long for such”

Well the paintings of Da Vinci lie on the walls of the flowers
Why you drink your vodka martini and pretend you have superpowers
Floating on your boat far across the sky with aliens riding fireflies
The sunset explodes Christmas tree ornaments that bright your eyes

Simple-minded folks talking about blues from the past
Saying “You know life is short, you better hurry fast!”
The children are singing through transcendental meditation
To save your emotion’s memories from incineration

You sleep there on your bed wishing you could make love to her soul
But the leaves have fallen off the trees that once had flowed
Through the sentimental feelings and experiences you sold
To the gatekeeper who's taken your key which he now holds

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