justwrite 21 january

And as the scene fades to night the dark the light the bright parks itself on the edge horror and scores evened and odds dashed the crashing through and mythology true enough to play along with there’s a song with no words heard through these scenes the ways and the means when nothing else matters but outcomes the feelings numbed and the flesh bare no way to compare the other views the colored truths a world in black and white with shades of red instead of any other views the truth set free to meet its maker to take a turn to earn interest and the sound tracked lacking sense in the moral way but there’s another stay to this execution the truth in review the few who win and the many who play the rude mechanicals who stay off to the edges who keep their treasures rich who wish toward revenge who trend toward defending some sort of ideal a girl or a feeling a steal from what’s real in those eyes the reeling surprise in a fall to the ground impossibly far nothing broken nothing won stunned and the bandages disguising surprise where skin tried and lost the lines criss-crossed and the smell of cigarettes and stale regrets waiting on the bedside table besides what we’re able to see right now there’s the morning the scoring being rattled and the numbers that we’re waiting on called up in the paper delivered with the coffee we’re still waiting on the waitress must be kept there’s some reason that she’s leapt to her end while the sleep that contends for your attention takes a win in retention of your potential alibi no need to try as the facts line up the details can’t fail to compel your testimony’s unnecessary it’s scary how true a lie can be it’s wild how sweet your hopes can sound from someone else’s mouth and there’s no need to subscribe you can’t resist but it’s in your best interest to liv e through anyway to step out of that passion play and find another savior