Listened to Graceland
and wondered where it went,
time spent hearing what I did not see
and time spent seeing what could not be heard
the heart is one absurd *****
breaking open only to mend
and break again.

In time with sad music we
lick our wounds
wild dogs tamed
and tame dogs gone wild,
it's all the same when you're a child
nothing pops the balloons
only pins.

and the all knowing Cohen,
gravel and sand where a voice
ought to be
but sheer beauty for all that.

Would you have called me Al?
been a pal of mine?

listened to Graceland
then put my hand in my pocket
looking for the car keys
she's there before me
whispering things

everyone sings to a tune
takes wings and flies too soon

life really is a box with dials
twisting to a station
miles between each one
going on in the hope
something will sound
Graceland all around me
in the vibrancy

she vibrates with me
making our own music.