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The Bassist

I meekly rummage through my purse

Looking for my tangled earpHones

The sweet sounds of guitar and synth fill my ear

As we pass Eglinton West

I wait for the last minute of the song

Where I maximize the volume

Just to hear the faint bass in the ocean of noise

Like my pastel jelly fish amongst navy blue

Stinging my tearducts with poison

Is your bass

That romantic tune forever ringing in my ears

Like your breathe down my back

Like your eyelash on my cheek

Like your fingers in my hair

The same that pluck that bass

Cascading ******** sound waves through my tired mind, romantic heart

I put your bass away, back in my purse

And walk the streets of my city

Where I see you everywhere

You can't be put away neatly in my subconscious

You're their bassist,

But most of all,

You're my front man.

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Jan 22, 2013
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