BENEATH THE SURFACE
I'm listening to The Cure while I clean
my room - or I'm trying to but all I'm really
doing is thinking about the boy who says
he loves me.
I really want to make music for him but the
hell computer, which has been nothing
but trouble is screwing with me in a most
annoying fashion & now I can't get anything done -
no music - visuals - or expression
except these words that rush back to the surface
like a long lost friend who drowned in a sea
that had little to do with love.
The boy who's words touched me last night
at 2am - just the way I love to be touched...
His words were a shock of truth that blasted me open
& burned me with feeling.
His words bathed me in lightning & sparked
my long dead conviction...
I'm about to have my heart broken again.
Why aren't I running away?
All of this fire & briar pricks deep beneath
the cover of my darkness - leaving me bleeding
weeping laughing singing.
All of this frost & lost boy charm
is bubbling churning burning me with all of the words
that he seared into my memory.
My memory is a scary thing - that forgets more as this
madman hurts & heals again...
And beneath the waves of doubt & fear...
A hero is born...
& I disappear.
© JUNE 21, 2001 By Jason Wright
For: Travis Mark Kelley - who inspired it.