Spoiler Alert

What can I give you
besides my ear
in case you did not see
hear me listening
your every word
you then take with you
away from me
what am I left with
out you my
self I see going
away too quick

Official business--
all the rules
we obey
without tiring
The old year
tired now
moon slice
trees darkness
all quiet

Brass Actually

I mean I like metal too
gold looking
sheen to get lost in
plus all the round and round

polishing away

I am more of a silver
moon how it looks mostly
all the rest easy
make no mistake

Fires of long ago
are definite and burning
inside the metal
do you see

how to bring it out
how to love it

Only

Not like I thought it would be
I thought lonely like dark
not all this fluorescence
loud and brassy
into my third eye
like before
only

I Left The Brass

Just the way it was
the day before
I touched it enough
dealt with tarnish
and now I will wait
to see what happens

in the winter
when waiting is important
what is underneath
there all shiny

Part Two Of Dealing With The Brass

My clothes brought home the smell of Brite Boy
and no matter what I did I could not eliminate
what happened with the brass and what occurred
there in the dim hallways also under the florescence

Would anyone care if I explained completely?
Who cares about the night time and the moon
besides lunatics and poets and custodians
on their back and forth haunts from buildings
too old to clean too used to care too tired
to be awake too burnt to wash too trashed
to see too lazy to dream too hungry to eat
too tired to sleep too married to fuck much
too thirsty to look at the moon her stars falling

Dealing With The Brass

I did this before/got into the brass
and all the problems of tarnish/speak to me
building of long ago people and the gold looking/fixtures
relate your time to me/answer my heart's questions
about the brass/is it mine to polish/keep shiny
will I beg for more/metal/designs for my freedom

What Level

I listened to spirit so much and so intent
was my ear in its sideways level
almost to the floor I could hear the hum
of something electric maybe my heart
but not the regular electricity
something more something else
what could it be forced or else
in a daze that was my thinking
all along and then you showed up
how long do I stay and wait
for your love or I leave with all
the others when we are supposed to