By: Alex Wright
I can hear your secrets
Creaking through the floorboards
Thinking that they won’t be heard
By another lost soul
I’ve been drinking
That gets me speaking
So fast
Only gravity can slow me down
Pack my pipe to the brim
My sad attempt to quit the stix
Good habits hardly ever stick
But I sure do love being alive
I can taste excuses
Tighten up the noose
That’s been swinging around my neck
For thirty long years
They’re mistaken by giving the slack to hang
I cut the rope and ran away
If this is what you deem “sin”
Then I suggest that you begin again
Open up your eyes
Give yourself a true view of being alive
HA HA
I know it’s just a lie I tell myself
To keep me moving through the haze of modern days
Flying south like winter wings
A treasure trove of tawdry things
Collected to try to share some piece of me
But wait!
Oh no!
I’ve not been lying under oath
They want us buried out sight
Out of our minds
I have never been more right
More on time in all my life
You will have to pry
This truth from my
Cold dead gripping hands
and get rid of the evidence
Every step of my last dance
All the lines that I confessed
Each test I failed but don’t regret
Because they made me feel more infinite
And made me who I am
ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES 