Origin of Obscene II : Not About You

Been a while since we touched…

I really do hope you’re not touched…

But if you are it’s OK, we’re all bound to catch feelings…

So I won’t explain the silences …

Just know it’s unintended, I’m just living…

Life is good and busy…

For You and me both, it seems…

But I hope you understand it was all for the art.

Hope you’ll feel it was worth it when I finally put it out.

I heard Malcom Gladwell say it takes 10,000 hours to master,

And although I’ve walked the same streets of Fareham,

Hampshire gave me a different feeling, like I’d had all it had to offer…

Until I met her, the most significant…

The one who embraced that whole past…

 

But it takes a lifetime and that’s what we are working on…

Whatever its duration…

 

but back to You…

I had to keep on moving …

Seek new experiences to draw upon,

The time we spent was a hell of a high…

And I hope you’re still as innocent

As that summer Corinne Bailey Rae was on the radio …

… when Amy was still alive… back to black, back to back…

Hoegaarden and trees in Leeds…

High on Asahi in Cornwall

Sailor Jerry in Bournemouth…

Singha in Manchester with the one girl I managed to keep it platonic with,

Ironic because that’s who I remember most.

I’ll never forget my Chichester companions, or the small town Bognor babes…

We committed beautiful sins, we were young, wild and free…

In and out of love

Almost as if I never wanted more…

like it was enough for me.

Anymore time together would have made it stale,

I had to keep it fresh,

I had to detach

I have to do my art

and already my heart is taken

Now I’ve got another,

I think she’s the one.

 

back to you ….

At least I’m willing to do this much,

i.e write this piece to you —

for you and her, and her and the rest.

 

So I can put that past to rest,

But It doesn’t make you less —

I’ll forever hold the memory…

But I hope you understand I had to love me enough for the both of us.

If it wasn’t for them, I couldn’t have done it like I did.

But tell me — how do I sound to you?

Do you even think about me?

Is it fragmentary?

 

Just look in the mirror —

You’ll see a reflection…

And before you get self-absorbed …

remember the beauty.

 

You are my ART,

But I have to stay with her because that’s my heart!

 

 

© Heath Muchena, 2013

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