9:48 PM

see all i have is this music
and this body
my body is a musical instrument
strumming chords
and synchronizing beats
eric clapton
guns n' roses smoking
carolina blues
on the the brightest day i have seen the darkest blue in her eyes
cloud shuttered
tainted sight
the blind have the best sense for good music

she believes in lower case sentences
and oak trees

she is fumbling beneath the orchestra
beneath the violinist
he is stringing her out
like harmony
like three kids later
like pancakes for lunch
like pancakes for dinner
like porkchops for breakfast

i want to tell her to leave this town
it has nothing for her
it is dry
it is swinging arms in front of the chinese take-out
it is not cincinnati
it is graffiti in place of voting

the music is getting louder now
like the ocean
like the reason why she cannot tell me who my father is

we are at the bridge now
the wood is
we are
life is like

music