By Brooks Robinson

Became hard to find

Like a good day in the mix

Of politics/I lost my mind/my heart/my soul,

buried our love/became the building block

In the turning point cementing corners

where heartbreak hotels reside in the dead center of Nights

silence did not come Easy like cheap

Whores I felt undervalued

the way Billy holiday sung with blue notes swaying from the limbs of her family roots

I dug my self-hoping to find the gold I was told to be born with

But I just end up digging myself deeper