Friday, April 6, 2012

The Sounds of Heartbreak

Hello Boston, my old friend,
I've come to run with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
The obsession that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of Heartbreak

In restless dreams I ran alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my Nike’s to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
The Citgo Sign
It blew my mind
And touched the sound of Heartbreak

In Monday morning’s light I saw
Ten thousand runners, maybe more.
People talking without listening,
People stretching without warming,
People taking leaks that toilets never share
But no one dared
Disturb the sound of Heartbreak

Fools said I, You do not know
Heartbreak like a side-stitch grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my gels that I might feed you.
But my words, by screaming coeds drowned
And echoed
In the wells of Heartbreak

And the people bowed and prayed
To the running god they made.
And the statue flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the plaque said, the words of the dropouts
Are written on the Green Line halls
And Med Tent walls
And whisper'd in the sounds of Heartbreak 

Sung to (and stolen from) "The Sounds of Silence" by Simon & Garfunkel

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