A Sad Song

This opposes everything I have written up to this point.
I'm terribly excited.

A Sad Song
my enemies are old friends
and my ghosts take second place
and i'm in the lead
oh woes to me.

did you think i thought about the words
before i scripted and rehearsed
i fell backwards into her
i fell down in pursuit

her eyes
were lenses
and her tongue
was splendid
and her fingers tapped on photographs
and she danced on to a sappy song

but me
a possibility
of some hope
for sailors out at sea
but my inks all spilled and sunk our men
our hopes afloat on their children

so we'll sing
a sad song
and we'll sing
a sad song today.