he closes his eyes when he sings

he closes his eyes when he sings
because he becomes his own ghost
and the world separates into a life
on the other side of every window

i know how it feels to disappear with everyone watching

on the waves of his voice is where
i lose
the years,
find myself
as a child
in the backseat
watching objects close to the horizon.

the guardrail is a silver ribbon
racing our ‘72 Polaris
while the Loblollies on the skyline
barely drift by.

when my eyes are locked
on a clump of weed
on the embankment
they are still
and slingshot me past them

at the age of eight
i close my eyes
and die in another life.
death enters and leaves
like a young,
but passive lover
as the universe of sound and time
whips by behind the hum
of the highway and our V6.

the moon is out in the afternoon
following
ever careful watching

i slip some pocket change
into the slots of the sound holes
and listen to the coins
restlessly buzz on the speakers,
in front of an acoustic guitar
dancing on an invisible frequency,
binding me to this life
and reminding me,
that though i don't know why yet,
i am still alive

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This is the third time I have come by to read this gem. The other 40 views must be silent in other lifetimes....but for the life of me.....I cannot figure out why. I also have a special connection to being a child and living another life as we traveled along highways...its something about roots and where they find me....not knowing why I am still alive.In the library this goes!

[paul sal.....]

I was in a diner like this..................

[Lydia Shutter]

To watch oneself through a window....if only we could do that. This is like a time tunnel into the past...into your childhood. Why are we here? Why have we come this far? Philosophical questions that we never quite get the answers for. The imagery in this is surrealistic. Very different. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and hard thoughts shared in the poetry.
"he closes his eyes when he sings
because he becomes his own ghost
and the world separates into a life
on the other side of every window"
The above lines. I could write a epic poem from. Sometime hard to see real face. We can forget who we were. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry my friend.
Coyote

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think I'm really gonna have to stop reviewing your work. If I leave words it seems no one else wants to follow!You should be recognized as an amazing writer! Don't we have a promote button around here????