Mechanic

These words won't get

Me high at night,

But I'm a poet-

I can fly...

I guide the hook into the blues,

And fish for feelings

I can use-

Then thru a hell

Of wasted years,

My glass is full of

Demon tears--

Back in the car,

But I don't drive-

this silence in my words

-alive,

I rejoice...

And

Burn...

Time can't kill the poet's words,

We paint the sky-

Drown out

The birds,

While singing songs,

that live unheard,

Written

And immortal...