By: Alex Wright
For Scott Morgan
Called out from another night downtown
Like a job that drinks me 9 to 5
I don’t think I could take one more drunken conversation
That doesn’t leave me feeling any more alive
Than when I began to taste my spirit on the ledge of my tongue
Daring onlookers to cry, try to stop its jump
My mind freewheeled like Bob Dylan
Fighting through a free-willed free fall
Twisting towards my destiny
We’ve all been taking night shifts
To keep our souls inside our skin
I’ve been having deja vu of my last breath again
Crawled out of another nervous break down
On the corner of confused suicide
Lost at least one among the rotten wreckage
None of us knew he was trapped inside
Once I got the word I lost the air from my lungs
Felt the pull of a cat’s cradle tighten up my gut
But I can hear him rolling on the wooden floors of Heaven
Laughing so damned hard it hurts
We’ve all been taking night walks
To feel you here with us again
We’ve been replaying
Night moves
Bar stools
Juke box
Still spinning
Life with every hit
That hurts like heaven
Turn it up to eleven
Send my regards to the next life
Someone’s gotta stay here
To carry on the light
To spit whiskey on the fire
To do my part to remind each weathered heart
That they are not alone.
You are not alone.
ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES 