Argyle
After the guest has gone,
Maybe we can share a hybrid moment
Just us;
It began with Argyle, never knowing the trajectory,
Never knowing the inventory
Of our needs, our wants, our desires
To be king of the highway
And add fuel to our fire to keep us on the road,
To fulfil a dream with the pitcher half empty
Or half full, depends on your perspective,
With the evidence inculpatory I’ll stay introspective,
When the comet skids across the sky
I’ll hope for better things
Maybe a life like Lamar,
Or maybe not,
I’ll lean on Sheena as she is all that I’ve got.
There is a complexity in your simplicity
Whether you see it or not
With no rules, we were born to lose,
As I lie awake and gaze
At the moon over Asbury
How it glistens;
I contemplate,
As it’s way too late
It’s all of this or nothing,
How wonderful to feel kinda something.
I’ll gather the ghosts and we’ll meet at the boardwalk,
To sing along forever,
If only it were up to me,
Or up to us,
But you lost control so
I had to run my mouth
And run you over with my
East coast! Fuck you!
No longer to be weighed down by your anchor
Like kids who look to their heroes
When they need an answer.
I’ll call you up and all you’ll hear
Is my maniacal laughter
I won’t step aside
It won’t subside
Is this a happy ever after?
We’re counting on the true believers
They never let us down,
There’s hopelessness in romance
When you’re out to paint the town.
It’s time to stand up and stand tall
Strike up the band
Strike up the manthem
That’s a command,
Don’t tell me how to spend my summer,
When in the winter,
In the cold, in the bleakness
I won’t show my weakness,
And when the darkness descends
And that song plays on the radio
Whatever it is with me and you
Let it steal your heart
And let the gold shine through.
Azra Pathan © 2019