Misfits
evening sun sets
on my chest
light moves
over slow breaths
empty pubs play
lonely string songs
in three keys
do you know my hymn
can I sing your tune
separated by
table and fret, an
empty bent glass
I play a wink
you play the moon
in the middle
we never meet
Our ships are set to sink.
a late lonely moan
played by a single guitar
a pen scratches paper
along a hardened heart
drag at the end of a sentence
my fingers test your cowlick
