I come here all the time to hear you playing
01/09/2007 07:26 p.m.

I come here all the time to hear you playing

Fear, I am writing you a five-lettered song
in no particular key with a blindfold on
I dared myself that I'd finish it in the mountains
not sitting here across from their gray beards.
I read that I need to confront you
hold you up to the light like a fraudulent banknote
but, fear, I don't know if that'll work for me.
     Keep visiting me nights tho,
there must be a reason for you in my life.
The song is just this. It's you, circling me like a warning.
Five strenuous stars brighter than the rest –
when light's flavors begin to die on the tongue.
     Either myself or someone who resembles me
struggles this evening under a tree's green paws riveted to death.
Until day i sit up to pray – no different to the rest,
buttoned down the middle -
     but you bow deeply, a gun propped to your chest
feet first through the door, belly crawling and humble
before gods and snipers.
Could be I'm just as restless, waiting near a disguised pulpit,
tuning in and out of your undisguised calls
pretending to capture leaves, their color
a coward who reads up on fear, to preempt
what's already at home, stretched out, feet up