Look!
Stars.
Like urgent Thoughts
Stomping on restless keys.
The blacks and whites
Go frantic in the rhythm.
Afraid.
Look!
Silhouettes
Pride steps into its winning dance
Hiding behind
A party of faces
In the dark.
Afraid.
Look!
Tears.The ones we miss in the shadows.
Oiling the blacks and whites
Hopping in their frantic rhythm.
Sticks.
And paper cut outs.
And dust beneath the sun.
It kills to be the chosen one.
Look!
Sawdust eyes follow
Leather prayer.
So dead, the weight
Is simply passed on.
They say love isn’t real.
As they transfer their insecurities.
Then what is this we rumble.
And tumble.
And fumble in.
Look!
They hammer. Hammer.
Hammer at their ghosts.
Look. So high.
They drink these titles.
And like naked wounds.
They will always be sore.
Look,
Roads.
Open.
As the Violone
Drugs its strings to a pull.
Bass.
Bass.
Bass.
I say nothing?
Treading over Stars 