Flying (Anima-Animus in Semitones)

It is our highway
That silenced night
when I am always clutching at the man who does't want me
We are still the same in this picture
Younger
You smiling
Your face yet-unstretched by chemicals
You gave me music that made me think of being tiny, small, in the dark
Fascinated by its crystalline falling synthetic rock n' roll
Stoplight crackled lighting not yet sprinkled down into a million stars of my unrealized disease
Shuddered car, rickety, before the screaming, clutching, crying, cursing, abusing of No Man's Comedown Land
You still had maps in the glove compartment
Backseat
What if I'd driven you away then? Or I'd said, "just keep going, do your dream..."
I remember your hyena-trickster laugh
of mind flying slowly away.
Before the bloodied screams of "Who are these women in my house??
Who are these liars in my house??"
You are my ghost
You are my brother.
I found disembodied engine
I found cut-out wires
We all looked for a sign
When you called I said
"Play your song across state lines."
But this same night, we will always be
Flying
Or maybe only you.

10/12/12