Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
Or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight (Bruce Springsteen)
I said river and I meant river
I walked to the river in my dreams
searched for it when sleeping
when keeping watch
when whistling the night
I whistled the river but found no river – I now know
that whether I conjure it or fear it
it’s never outside
when I struggle, when I scream,
that’s when it comes
the river
in narrow trickles down my back – it glistens…
in the river I’ll be taken
in the river I’ll breathe my last
one untamed gulp
Foam
Crushed
So what can I do – chewed, spat out
So what can I do – gnawed to flotsam
I said river but I meant no river
All I craved was
A lagoon
