Friday, November 21, 2014


I have this vision of myself
as a cabaret singer
with no instrument beyond my limbs
plucking heartstrings instead of guitars
and singing of anothers ache
that is mirroring my own.

Reflecting every idiosyncrasy
In the anonymity of others words.

I am invisible
My feelings are no longer relevant.

I sing songs of joy,
jubilation, and the unconditional
with no first hand knowledge
of how it must feel
Except when the words
and the music
and the girl
blend so succinctly
into one.

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