When I was passing time
Counting every sparrow contemplating crumbs
Next to you
And May bees were buzzing off
From carbon-coated flowers...
And after you passed your time
Sulking over coffee with some older man
Next to you,
You dropped me a serviette
Folded like a daisy.
And back in my darkened studio
I folded back the petals to a number and a name:
“Bermuda” the girl,
“Call me if you’re lonelier than me.”
And you were passing out,
Phone rings out for blue sky--sunshine let her be--
That was me...
And you were ringing out
Tones of desperation.
Sitting on the edge of your hard hospital bed
You hung your medicated head
With every shamed apology,
“Bermuda, the Girl,”
Sorry for the name she’s come to be.
And now all your friends are gone,
Dying in abandoned warehouses I’d haunt
With thoughts of you...
And I won’t see you soon
To hold you at your bedside
Or to wipe your filthy tears dry
Or to feed off your pollution,
Bermuda, the world
Is filled with creatures lonelier than you.
American songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Jon Hughes, has been based in Ireland since 2005. He has shared a stage with
Damien Jurado, She Keeps Bees, and the legendary singer-songwriter, Buddy Mondlock.
Hughes' latest collection of songs, "Sunshine Remorse", was released in January of 2019....more