By: Alex Wright
It’s been a battered decade since I lost track of the law
Packed my hope-sick suitcase
Slow kissed the track that I was on
A fine farewell to frail fragility
That junk was just too rich for me
And my blood
I finally crashed the habit of hating my reflection
Head on into dark days
That haunt my resurrection
Chalked in the outline of my past
I always thought those plans would have passed
But the years and rain
Have played their games and
Washed the roads away
I never want to taste complacency
That lust turns to dust
In the Summer heat
Holiness sweats down my aching teeth
I can’t taste the quiet
Gotta
Run
Run
Run
Like the devil’s at my back
Spent a lotta
Sun
Stunned
Stutter seconds
Sifting through stolen stacks
Of time that had structure
Before scripture lost its weight
Released my broken crutch but
Gained a new one in its wake
Became the blessed crux
Unlearned how to hesitate
For I am what’s to find
I am where to be
I am not afraid of things
That I cannot yet see
Come what may
I’ll still be
This misanthropic misfit
Ever-burning with both ends lit
An omnipresent outsider
Offering a way out
Or a path in
To this glory casted stranger squad
Punch drunk on acceptance
The church of Roman candles and
Star-soaked situations
That scream like stereos on
Low-lit back roads
Taking the long route home
For one more cigarette and
To hear that holy chorus we all know
To feel as close to Heaven
As we’ll ever get to go
ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES 