The light does not come on
Words on the page
Lose their captivation
Single bulb on the porch
All the moths are gone
Empty webs in the wind
Spiders left before dawn
Turn key in the slot
Starts once and then dies
There's no fuel in the tank
No cash in the bank
Pick up the guitar
Cry on the floor
Notes have all left me
Gone out the door
The windows are leaking
The pipes are on strike
And the roof is not far behind.
Fists have been lifted
Like antennas to heaven
The station is off
And the bread hasn't risen
Take to the streets
An inappropriate hour
Sit by the water
With a furrowed brow
Amid fires of thought
And spirals of doubt
Cold hits the bone
The moon has gone out
Take me far away
make me someone else
make someone else be me.
the noise is so deafening
on this most silent of nights
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