Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

The last known whereabouts of amelia earhart

 

Come on come on honey I memorized the train schedule

Every hour on the hour from dusk till dawn

Northbound, southbound

Come on come on honey the streets are paved in nothing

The tar in your boot-soles is all you’re standing on

Facing outbound

 

Between you and me, the city is a buffer

When the deadlines are tough the lifelines get tougher

But I’ve had enough; we were not born to suffer

Come on come on, come on come on

 

I hear the east come rhapsodize

I hear the west join the fray

I hear the east come rhapsodize and lead you away.

 

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Come on come on honey I memorized the birth order

Of every man and woman and infant yet

Every sir and madam

Come on come on I know the line is unstable

From Cain and Abel to the godparents of regret

Named Eve and Adam

 

The cream of the crop, the dregs of the barrel

I’ve read all the drivel, I’ve worn the apparel

I’ve seen them be civil, I’ve seen them be feral

Come on come on, come on come on

 

I hear the word come rhapsodize

I hear the world come & ask me to play

I hear the word come rhapsodize and lead you away

 

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Come on come on honey I memorized the migration patterns

Of every seabeast and landbeast of the realm

All the courting and mating

Come on come on I hear the water table’s rising

My love is an ark but it’s dark and I’m alone at the helm

Honey it’s devastating

 

 

 

 

The storm was a mess, a forty-day bender

They divide us by dress, class, phylum and gender

Why can’t I be blessed, why can’t you be tender

Come on come on, come on come on

 

I hear the sea come rhapsodize

I hear the waves hammer the bay

I hear the sea come rhapsodize and lead you away

 

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Come on come on honey I memorized the book of Revelations

So if it ever happens we can hide inside the right monument

Someplace as dry as Petra

Come on come on I’ve got flotation devices

If it’s really a crisis, I think we’re allowed to repent

Et cetera, et cetera

 

But I’d rather locate a natural bunker

My animal instinct tells me it’s time to hunker

You be the cavern, I’ll be the spelunker

Come on come on, come on come on

 

I hear the hills come rhapsodize

I hear the valleys demand that I stay

I hear the hills come rhapsodize and lead you away

 

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Come on come on honey I memorized the last known whereabouts

Of Amelia Earhart and unicorns and Atlantis and Christ

And Dillinger’s surrender

Come on come on there’s a Broadway adaptation

Everyone’s a sellout but everyone’s affordably priced

At your local vendor

 

We are not outlaws, we’re peripatetics;

It isn’t a sickness, I don’t need your medics

I don’t know what justice has to do with poetics

Come on come on, come on come on

 

I hear the news come rhapsodize

I hear the pulp parade and decay

I hear the news come sermonize and lead you away

 

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Come on come on honey I memorized the complete works of beloved New

England poet and former US poet laureate Robert Frost

All of his trochees and iambs

Come on come on I know his life was a train wreck

He was a fratboy and a dropout

But he knows what to do when you’re lost

And that’s just what I am

 

There’s no silver bullet, no clairvoyant crystal 

It’s life by the compass or death by the pistol

But if you find the high road, send an epistle

Come on come on, come on come on

 

I hear the east come rhapsodize

I hear the west join the fray

I hear the east come rhapsodize and lead you away