The deeper that you bleed
It’s that hour of dawn that sounds like 10 gauge strings , spring reverb and a Tube Screamer TS-808 with the control knobs shy of two o’clock, over a tube amp…
A good night it was – not as good with the Four missing, but we managed; Tom luckily stopped in straight into the kitchen ( the benefits of back alley doors) and did what others may perceive as magic (but isn’t that the case when witnessing someone perform with intense love and focus?); and Ford is, well, Ford is ever-present, full stop.
I remain unseen at the back corner of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro as I watch Clark the Tall thin man walk out of the club; his last words echo softly in the presumed empty Café.
My hand touches the wooden box on the table containing the gift of a Highland Park 30 years old single malt, remaining unopened (oh, you really thought I would open it?); a spirit as this one serves only as a portal to a communion ( id est the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially on a mental or spiritual level)- and so it will remain until such an occasion appears on the horizon.
“…control of the future is anything more than a fool’s mission” the tall thin man said as he opened the door of the Café allowing the morning sounds to enter; oh, I’ve got those words etched with fire on my skin, I thought…and that is the only way towards understanding their meaning…through fire.
His phone’s blinking red battery light, like a china red navigational buoy, marked his last words :” I love you.”;
waited a few minutes for my eyes to return to their normal humidity-alas, they resisted; so I lighted an incense stick, pressed Play and allowed the dawn light on my face as Mostly Autumn painted the moment…”
“The stronger you are, the weaker you feel
The deeper that you bleed, the further you will reach
The higher you climb, the further you fall
The harder that you love, the harder that you hurt”