A Talent for Survival

Those two women Circumstance and Luck
with their four beautiful feet
Have rendered their magic done and vanished.

Last seen speeding away in an old sports car
Orange scarves blowing in the wind like
Blazing flames

We’ve been abandoned by those two light-footed fools,
Left,
too scared and too confused
To interpret the abysmal enchantment
Of feelings so peacefully asleep
Yet so restlessly awake.

They’ve stranded us,
left us holding only weary assumptions
That bear a weight on the mind that descends down to the chest
Crushing a great lightness which once resided there.

Alone, with the drone of the telephone
It rings and hums in consecutive monotone
Broken only by
'hello?'
In some foreign familiar language then
Quickly followed by quivering questions like
“Are you a friend or a lover?”

ahhh you see I’m one in the same
and for that we don’t really need a name
So hopefully you’ll hear my jazz when I say

Just accept my respect
And lets not let
This conversation get bent
Toward ice cold contempt
Because you and I drop subtle hints
Like pots and pans
That clash and clatter through the telephone window

So please please please
Don’t find defeat in the demons of distance
That plague our existence
And casue the resistance of love in this instant
Because

I won’t let our talent for survival
Become our loves rival.

I’ll take forever and turn it in to right now.

I’ll steal those worried words from your lips
replace them with a gentle kiss
and whisper back the comfort that will caress just like fingertips

But if those crazy ladies
Never come back
If they stay drunk with their friends
James and Jack
That’s fine.

But if they do come back this way,
When they do,

Esta todavia aqui
Esta todavia aqui

Mi amor
Tu amor

Esta todavia aqui