I’d walk away from that song
Stand up
Assuredly and
Move as far from
Smothering, dark guitar riffs
Microphone too close to the lips
Smacks of the 70’s
Music, loosely-defined
Sounds no one thought much of
To this crowd, though, it’s fly
But I’m leaving the headache
The poor acoustics
The noise for these poor ears
Behind
Cue the fog machine and strange piano
You have not sweet-talked a comet
Stared into the eyes of the stars
Nor courted planets
Made love to the vast
Or watched a new galaxy birthed
You have become one with The Universe
In three years too much
Of my ascending pain
Did I shortchange the machine
If I bared enough skin
As I suspect I did
Did I play fast and loose at the game
In the gamble of life
With the risk I embraced
Did I fail to take The One last chance
If the mountains would cry
They would echo my “No”
Did I fail to drink of unseen truths
I could never get these counters clean
enough
Stone cold, loud, black granite
Flecked with all my faults
I could never make them gleam bright
Enough, now
Everything that touched those surfaces
Shattered and still makes my hands bleed
The depths of the seas
The blessings besides
The all we ought know
The denial of
The streets of the old world
The electric pathways of the new
The prehistoric exaggeration
The twilight of humanity
The noise within
The danger without
The nonsensical breakfast
The nonexistent dinner
The this was too much
The please I need more
This, more grand than truth
Though your lips never speak it
‘Tis part of the art
I had a Dream
I persecuted him
I cross-examined him
Until the scales of justice shone into my eyes
Then came dawn
I looked and saw his name
Rey, a prince of light
I spared his life
I was a dream
Pursued by him
He bided his time
My green eyes and my green dress stole his sanity
Then we danced
He jumped and took my hand
It was the city lights
He saved my life
Out of that closet
Who knew would come
Walkin’ shoes
Dancin’ shoes
Finest shoes, Country shoes
Shoes proving years of effort
Whilst acquiring
Coverings intended to serve as coats
Business coats
Helping coats
Fancy coats, Tattered coats
Coats that don’t fit anymore
But should
And shall, once we put on our shoes
We’ll learn as we come
Out of that closet
I watched
You watch
The fleeting snow
Before it took its leave
You put down your go
What did it tell you
What it told me
That bruises aren’t all bad
That time heals
All things
We saw
The three of us
You, me and the sky
The blue-green in our eyes’ skies
Not one can predict us
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