Music Lovers *From my book Thoughts on Tonight*

 

a single moment
          frozen in its own epiphany
new and unheard
 
we can’t help but
          silence our selfish consciousness
          give our full attention
forget how our own hearts beat
 
ears long rusted shut
          now open
address everything else as hush
 
this moment evokes reverence we can only attempt
          in concert halls
 
eternal fragments inhale our breath
          exist through us
          exist exactly for that purpose
then let us go before we’re ready
 
before any of us realize what’s been played
          and what can still be sung

 

 

My Brother

 

My brother’s buying some late night drive-thru tacos
finds an empty parking lot
takes two bites and starts to choke on his tears
throws the meat and shells onto cracked concrete.

 

He cries, confined in his self-made solitude
because he’s lost and fat and feels too old at thirty
to love himself enough to let his parents find love in him.

 

As he tries to catch his breath, his heavy chest trembling
despair’s miserable voice forces its way up his throat:
escaping as shrill staccato wails
tapering in leaky muffled defeat
never reaching the edges of the parking lot.

 

He wants to forget these goddamn gaslights
overused check cards, midnight binges, trashy apartments.
Forget it all and let a father’s hug, a mother’s kiss
make him innocent again. Instead,

 

the darkness leaves him hungry with no appetite
with only his car engine coughing in cold air
and a broken taco to believe in.