Dead Doors and the Blue Light

A mending

A keeping

someone who is sleeping

A night for the keeping

A night for compassion

Company in kitchens

Family talking in doorways


The torches were not to burn

Just a light 

In the dark

You are there

You are here


To feel in illusion

To speak with certainty

like a gentlemen of another era

I'll pull the threads of that collar tight

too tight

choking


Too much 

Too much

Or not enough

balance child

balance

we thought you knew

you played the game so well


Please take off the mask

dare to be

just here

just now

please come here


Where are you now?

I see your face

in the blue light

and fake faces

too much

too much


I was wrong

I am sorry

but sorry isn't enough

never is

My patient guides

still guiding

A touch on the cheek


The angry teachers

In kinship keep

sometimes taught the best

the hate honed edge

A tool

A gift


Hate isn't the opposite 

It's blood

It's us

It's love

When the world's upside down we fight just to feel each other's skin


Music in my ears

tires on the road

death in the air

make it a good death

one for the singing


God wasn't home. 

He was just watching the show. 

Oh great, commercial break

The wall was filled with faces

We were all there in the room of the dead

smiling

holding hands

she remembers

we laugh


Dignity

connections

more than the maintenance of a shell

But come on now

So is that it?

We die now?

I hope for better deaths


Do we lie now?

Pieces and plays

Games that we play

to be seen

to be seen

if only in scene 

and through seams


Fool's all

When we think to know

no where

no where

falling down


In love with my suffering

I pushed away joy

Let go he says

Are you awake he asks

Can you see?


So many doors 

so many locked

I have no keys

Except in this physical space

Somehow always misplaced

And where the hell is my phone?


Live

Live

Let go

Enough of this bullshit

Let's go!


(Jumbles around for keys, shit hang on I know they are here somewhere, okay im ready as Ill ever be. I'm showing up as me. Hang on. Shit is about to get awesome and probably a little wierd. Cause that's how we likes it. Meet you there.)








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