Linoleum (04/10/2005)

A Song/Poem From the Vault

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Sometimes one must write through their feelings, and in April of 2005 I was still scribbling and typing through the myriad frustrations that came with a Valentine’s breakup.

I’d started playing around on harmonica as well, and with the help of my more musically-skilled friends, I intended to write and record an EP. Lofty ambition I know, but I’d already recorded some songs for fun with my roommate under the moniker The Dirty Spoons, a name inspired by our endless lack of clean silverware.

Alas, the EP was never finished, but I do have one song recorded somewhere.

This was one of the songs I wrote. It does have a tune, and I do remember it, but it doesn’t exist anywhere but my head. I doubt anyone will ever hear it.

Linoleum
04/10/2005
by David C. Roberson

My feet stick
to linoleum.
My hair smells.
Apple soap.

100 different shampoos
for 100 different types
of hair.

My heart aches
when away from you.
My arms shake,
For one to hold to.

100 different feelings
for 100 different types
of pairs.

But the pieces just don’t fit,
the cogs won’t turn quite right.
The fire won’t stay lit—
your past, my endless blight.

My face stuck
in the porcelain.
My throat burns
from this bile.

100 different reasons
for 100 different types
of pain.

My hands stick
to linoleum.