Writing
Tonight
Piano music singing on the edge of my mind
numbing, calming like the breeze in the heat and
the world spinning and spilling over
never moving never stop
breathing
because kites don't fly themselves and the sky needs
waking up.
Floaty days and the sea is not where it should be
but who cares sometimes who cares that the night is
drifting in through open windows and making everything
die and die and die in silence
just for tonight let's dance and dance and dance
and never dream of foreign lands and sunsets and romance
just for tonight let's kill the metaphors and pretty words
make everything real make everything
beautiful.
No you can't escape sometimes and I'll never be
at ease with myself when arrows fly past my head
but the sunlight drips through splintered leaves onto my eyelashes
casting tiger-stripe shadows
and piano music (piano music) can bring back the
lazy heat and lazy quiet and lazy calm
make me believe in something wonderful just for a moment before it is
snatched away and the cold lodges itself in my throat.
I'm not crying (no no not)
not tonight.