Not Me, Baby
The sun is shining, the sun is new
The shipyard of my mind is of waters blue
Residence lies empty, broken free of Indigo clues
of what was, is, or could be true
and that is why I sing this tune.
Down the sidewalk streets, cold steel and gloom
to the regal palace of my love, she was once new
Can you get down with my amnesia blues?
In a hair salon upon a vast field, I got my mind cut
by a velvet thief who was covered in mud
This man addressed me, said,” King, I know you!”
I had to wonder, “Could this be true?
With this hair, these gold shoes,
this jacket, and eyes of hazel hue
with this ring of Egyptian origin and acclaim?!”
Whereupon one wakes, are they ever the same
as the person they slept the night before being,
with others claiming they know the truth?
My heated emerald blade does betray the day
and I wake and walk and talk and sway
Claiming I am NOT who I am this day
yet, they laugh and cheer me as King
until sunset reclaims sapphire waterways
My love, she left for the desert and I greet the street of a jungle temple so famously upon my eyes
How could she steal my mahogany ship and leave my heart blind?
Every grain of leaf I see and every predatory animal that calls
in these halls, these stalls, these malls of nature and life
that try to convince me I have been here with nothing but
the flowers, powers, and lands of my fathers, YES! They call my name
yet I do not jump to claim this truth!
Nothing upon awakening is anymore the same
My first breath
My first sight
My first gaze of their eyes in the morning light
The hair that falls, just softly, upon the crown of their head
My body embracing their heat in this cold within our bed
Face smooth and features alight like an explosion in the night
and the pores on their face and their lips, red roses, such delight!
Cheek bones and hip bones and legs so beautifully long
with toes slightly bending off and on to Hyperion’s songs
I do not know who or where I am
as they open their eyes, where the sunlight swims
yet, the unknown is utterly delightful!
Realms of fright for so many
under twinkling stars aplenty
My love, they, with me, in this bed, is plenty
A new journey
Who cares for the truth in entirety?
This night, this age, this stage, not me
Not me, baby
