14th and Heaven

A piece a bout busking,

Bare foot steps echo a higher calling

Their ebb and falls throwing me of, until caught deciding a song to cheer

Searing eyes, tortured steel, till it emerges from a sheet of ember

Now with ways upturned, cocked, upright, singing wild for a fixture on a wall

tumbling through hours, mumbling I'm free in a wooden box

barely appearing alive in this buzzing tomb

Your fall and thump throw me off, far left standing, drawing pictures from dust 

with a face I've forgotten but a name untouched

smuggling thoughts for us to elope, but my train has come

I've grown stale with loose change and cost

the chase left me ahead, trailing for greater heights

A shovel hangs above the ledge

the hands below held too welcoming 

Faux safety net for a performers dream

I have seen hell, consumed it's terror

Here I mend my self, 14th and Heaven