My Personal Movement

There’s a frog in my throat
and every morning I choke
over last nights ashes
and forlorn thrashes
So I’m sorry if I hurt
any part of you
in punch or
drunken misconduct
Cause ,baby, I’m lovin distant coast
and I’m turnin my back
on all that eastern attitude
to face a western peak of solitude
where I can recall
long-distance phone calls
from that altitude
where I questioned your Jersey moon
Even though they say
it’s all the same
from each fixed point of view
but from what I can see,
mines aflame and free
while yours is blue and naive
and I’m not afraid anymore
to be alone on that shore