belladonna, belladonna, who is that on the other side?

so you search out the dusty tome
and you laugh at yourself
dusty tome
what an idiot
you shake your head
but you find it in a plastic bin
with the mixtape from freshman year
and that postcard jenny sent from paris
and you wonder
can his words express my thoughts
you find it in the index
page 1000
and there it is again
just like you remembered it
a little life with dried tubers
who was it that said
i've loved these days
(i think you know)
and you sigh
and you read it all again
and like the scent of grey flannel and marlboros
and jack
those words bring back all the memories
memories and desires
waking the dull roots of your emotions
and the blood flows back in those sleepy appendages
and you're on pins & needles again
and it hurts
so you cry
and you shake your head
what an idiot
this was all folly