Thursday, 21 April 2016

Tribute to Prince (a found/cut-up poem) James WF Roberts

Tribute to Prince
(a found/cut-up poem)
James WF Roberts 



It’s been several hours,
less than a day,
since you had to go away.
was dreaming when I wrote this,
because I’m almost feeling in disarray


An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
How can you leave us standing?
in a world that’s just too cold,

maybe your fans were too demanding,
maybe our love was just too bold



It’s been several hours,
less than a day,
since you had to go away.
was dreaming when I wrote this,
because I’m almost feeling in disarray

You left us in the studio
One final chord,
one final song,
one last hurrah?

Who we gonna funk with?
Who we gonna fuck to now?
We didn’t have to be beautiful,
for you to love us,
we just left it all up to you,
you showed us how to have an attitude,
didn’t have to talk dirty.

Were hooked on the promise
that if you were our fantasy,
maybe we could have been yours?
It’s the sign o’ the times
speculation, rumours
tabloid fodder,
but we are all crying
a purple rain,


It’s been several hours,
less than a day,
since you had to go away.
was dreaming when I wrote this,
because I’m almost feeling in disarray

We know you never meant to cause us sorrow
we just wanted you to have a least one more tomorrow
Now who’s gonna be dancing in that purple rain?
So this what it feels like when a dove cries?
             
  Vale Prince, You Sexy Mutha!

James 


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