steam & sunshine

sometimes I hear
music so beautiful
I want to grab you by the hair
and push your ear
against the speakers
so you can hear
the fruit of my gospel:
hymns I hum eternally
within my heart
that fill me full
of steam and sunshine.

it's a dialogue between
my fear and love
for all things made
from atoms and shapes
that scuttle through
this world we're all trying
to make a home out of.

your hair is nowhere near,
it lies quiet upon another pillow.
but I have a bedroom run red
with the blood of artists,
and I guess that's enough weaponry
to battle winter's yawning:
I just have to keep
these records spinning.

(old poem//november 6th 2009)