“Come down off your throne and leave your body alone/Somebody must change. You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years/Somebody holds the key. Well I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time/And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home.” Blind Faith ’69

I am daily waiting
for loved ones gone
daily preparing for goodbyes
daily lost in the melody of your eyes
every word from your mouth
is a heart song
Most days I get my spiritual
nutrition from nostalgia
their missing beats beat
lonesome in my eardrums
and I conjure lost places
like memory is a Ouija board
that skips over letters and
waves uncertain in the corners
of those absent lyrics with no
answers I sway in the deja vu
that the summer brings
a red picket fence
a cat black as sin in
the sun who’d drip affection
from his fangs with his ears
scratched right
those faraway faces materialize
like the bass line that vibrates
through the woods I can walk
blindfolded they are the constant
hum beneath the car horns and
harsh voices that sing out of tune
with you
the Conductor
I am waiting
for you to wave me in
to become a note
sweet and haunted
freed as my soul to mirror
the cry that yours makes
like music
when we remember home.