Blonde On Blonde : Side 4
In spite of never
having tried to learn it,
you find yourself word-perfect
on Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands.
The whole eleven minutes 22.
And where you are right now, huddled,
back against the wall, between the speakers,
the only thing you’re good for is to
hug your drink; play the track; do it on a loop:
ride the keening chorus fade-out,
lift the arm off, arc it over, set it down again
to seek the slick-black vinyl’s spiral,
be drawn inward. Let the diamond sing.
The images bear no relation to
your case: the fact of her. How could they?
Still, this is it.
This.
The song.
The only song.
The only one that works.
Ken Cumberlidge has been writing and performing poetry, songs and stories on and off for 40+ years. Norwich-based since 2011, he can be seen most days, muttering and gesticulating in the company of an embarrassed-looking dog. Don’t worry – the dog’s fine.