High Cue…
A curtain open
The Phantom of the Opera
Cue my brokenness
High Cue…
A curtain open
The Phantom of the Opera
Cue my brokenness
I pull up my sycophants
one leg at a time
making sure who’s who sees me
American Flyers
Spokes into pretzels
cyclists peddled beyond us
White framed ghosts remain
Just help me settle
in the unsettled places.
I’ll never settle.
salt water on tap
emotional micro brew
down the hatch it goes
Blanket emotion
Buried deep down in the sky
Sheds its weight on us