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