the Illustrious predecessor

You will be the illustrious predecessor.
Forever under the light I have cast on you.

And from your house just down the road from reality.
you will send me postcards,

A slip of the wrist and we drop the ball.
A mixed signal perceived as weakness,
and all we are is imperfection.

I am in the grass and the dirt under my fingernails is fresh,
and slides out from under like a lie.
Here we will be with the flower you picked from your back pocket.

We play the game ignoring the obvious lapse in judgement.
And the rules wont change.
The outcome is the same,
because our eyes are closed and fingers are left interlaced behind our backs.

You said what you thought you meant,
thats what she fed you in spoonfuls, whispering Mary Poppins in your ears.
you were too naive to see the con was tailor-made and easy to swallow,
laced with saccharine, plastic charms,
constructed with you in mind.
Made from your mistakes just like mine.

You have been replaced by pints of whiskey and cigarettes.
I am frozen in a spin,
classic cold keys in hand,
making friends with the soft, used interior of my car.
Before the purple dawn fills my room.
In your will you left me love inside the basement and a life-long witch hunt.

and we will travel,
looking for counterparts to all we have lost.
That way it wont be like we forfeit it,
and wont silently eat away at our feet.
And every passerby wont be a teasing reminder of what could have been.

There are the memories,
crumpled like a house in a hurricane.
Looking at your face,
like a cotton-candy colored dream,
all made of dopamine.

And the guitar will play its melody.
Like everyday before.
sounds like glass vibrations,
reminiscent like a cloud.
As I let the day slip away on my couch,
gazing unfocused into the oblivion,
and the disc is skipping.

I said what I said,
forget regret.
It's too late to ask if it was worth all it cost.
It will be realigned in their minds,
again,
like years before.