Saddle Point Blues Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

When I met her, it was like I stepped on a live wire
Running in a dead end, sometimes she's gold
And sometimes she's tin, most of the time she shines
Oh Lord, water's been rising so fast, I swear I can see the fin

This conversation of ours, it ain't right and it ain't right
Secrets and lies make it square by looking-glass logic
I dreamt of a maze late last night while lying in my bed
Floating from above I could see my face spelled out in the twists

I want shawls and I want wool, yet all I am left with is plastic
She wants me to run in circles, I say it all depends
Who knows where I am at on account of the speed?
So I came to your place: they said no man is an island

Tell me Lord, is man rather a river in a narrow creek?
Is man rather the corner of a screen, lights blinking green?
Places I go to, nobody knows, it's been like this for a while
But really I don't care, I'll sit, I'll wait until she speaks.