3/4

piano keys. wet notes.
dripping taps
and dancing shoes.
pinging scales. sun arose
falling stocks
and singing birds.
ugly papers. set clocks.
stalling engines
and towering egos.
major chords. dead hands.
beautiful echos
and faulty wires.
tired friends. press play.
serving lulls
and faster cars
jet lag. torn apart.
countered commas
and blistering thoughts.
piano keys. wet notes.
dripping taps
and dancing shoes.

always screwed out of royalties

she
told me
that
there was
this simple song
that always reminded
her
of me
so i listened
some
and sure enough
it was mine
my life that
the singer sang of
i'd lived
his words
a thousand
times
over
my bright
eyes flickered
and burned
out
no one carries
those fuses
anymore
so he gets the glory
and i get all the fucked mornings