ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES

’86 TO INFINITY

The Sorted Static & Dead Channel Dreams of Alex Wright

The Confessions That can be Made Beneath Southern Skies

By: Alex Wright

Lip-locked
Tongue-tied
I can’t quite place your name
Fingers crossed
I lied
I’ve thought of you since the night
We met
When I
Was throwing my empties down
From rooftops
To front lawns
To get you to look my way

Star-crossed
Timelines
You say that you’re skipping town
Northwest
New skies
So long to the South
Cascade mountain range
Is calling you far from me
And I can’t contend 
With something that’s stretched out for years

But I’ve grown fond of your smile
And the way your eyes do shine
When you say,

“Speak up if you’re trying to reach me
Hold on to those new found feelings
Don’t stop your feet from dancing my way
I’ve spent my whole life waiting for you.”