Hamburger Stew

 
Tracking these footprints I made
desert island memories
hang like a noose
I'm still mad enough to trap my head
as I peer through
the bars of your cage
 
I know it seems
the wrong sort of crazy
but sometimes
there's that music
here again
 
And just when
the bars begin to bend
beyond your faintest
distant tune
softest chords
of lost treasure
echo in the surf
and notes
wash up to grace
the shores we let time waste
 
Let's taste
our lost sonata
soothe my hurt to no regret
but promise
you will tickle my nose
while I hunger
for hamburger stew