I am attracted to the same old
Playlists, meditative serenades
Stretching from 80s to last year's hits
To clip my nails to
Leading me down the long and winding road
To where your row of hedges
Meet the letterbox
As far as it goes.
Conjuring ideas of monologues
A tribute to intangible
Feelings dribble all over the page.
Ones that never make it out of the envelope 
Perhaps it's better this way.
Better than burned unceremonious 
In the back paddock of my hey days
Better than buried by the bedroom door crawling with miniscule dust mites
Sidled up to last decades yellow pages
Better to be read and real
Than devoured by silverfish
Keep putting it out there
So Tracy Chapman says,
How I wish 
Someone like her
Would sing so much 
For one like me.
Enough rhythm in pounding heart beats
Substantial originality
To fuse a lyric or two to it
I want to write a song
It’s how I'll know
Whether she'll be -
Muse or siren?
Found in time or sea?
Call me...