03-22-2011, 02:01 PM
I sit outside my house, smoking the brand
That killed my grandfather-
Wisps, mingling with moonlight
Climb the aluminum siding
And die, somewhere out of sight.
Wherever my father is,
He's probably drunk. Belly-up
In a tin fishing boat, watching
The sky spin like a dark disco ball
He sees the same stars I do.
The ones who, long ago, burned together;
Now, broken glass strewn on a black carpet
In God's forgotten cellar
I crush my cigarette and walk off.
My footsteps echo like down an empty hallway
To nowhere.
Just before I close the door-
The night leans into my ear
And I hear-
"There is no God but the God of loneliness-
And distance is his miracle."
That killed my grandfather-
Wisps, mingling with moonlight
Climb the aluminum siding
And die, somewhere out of sight.
Wherever my father is,
He's probably drunk. Belly-up
In a tin fishing boat, watching
The sky spin like a dark disco ball
He sees the same stars I do.
The ones who, long ago, burned together;
Now, broken glass strewn on a black carpet
In God's forgotten cellar
I crush my cigarette and walk off.
My footsteps echo like down an empty hallway
To nowhere.
Just before I close the door-
The night leans into my ear
And I hear-
"There is no God but the God of loneliness-
And distance is his miracle."