Chaindelier

I like listening to the blues when it rains.

“Twelve Years a Slave” by Rich Kelly

Roof without a ball n’ chain.  
Skin turnin’ green, mama, 
stickin’ to me like flesh to ache.  
Can’t shake this ball n’ chain.  
 
My roof holdin’ somethin’ 
I could never descant. 
Shoulders swing solemn:  
this can't be reminscent
       of what I be dreaming. 

World don’t want no wild thing,  
       Hey! Hey, mister, can’t you set me free? 
Push back my shoulders,  
       gimme sweet, sweet things.  
Wanna cavity 
        to liberate me.  

Eyes turnin’ blue, mama.  
gimme a sea to walk in; 
wade in water, 
sink in blues. 
 
My knees buckin’ under somethin',  
broken, now they swing.  
Soon: dirt falling like confetti 
        a grave to dig. 
 
Dreamin’ bout a roof without this ball n’ chain.  

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With more than love,

Trixie.