can you hear it
the highs of the clarinet
balanced with the lows from the trombone
going to the sound of a merry-go-around
or this dusty record spinning in circles
around amplifying the soft crying
sounds of dust flakes as it awakes
the dead with the crackles it makes
staring up at the eye of the needle
you cant hear shit
because I am just alone
pacing the cage
with the safe crackers secret
lost somewhere on this page
can you savor the taste
of the crackers you don't dare to waste
soggy at the bottom of that soup bowl
and the band-aids covering
the grizzle on your bones
do you like the taste of your soul
do you feel safe in this life
what do you mean you don't no
exactly where is it you will go
can you wash all that flavor down
and taste it with the water in a goblet
where I am
a man just trying
to stand alone
while pacing the cage
with the safe crackers secrets
lost on this page
can you see your shadow
follow you in a glass window
can you feel your silhouette
melt in to a falling sunset
would you remember the code
if I told you it’s unknown
would you take the chance
and dance down the same road
or would you think about it
how I was the man no one understood
but I stood alone
while pacing the cage
with the safe crackers secrets
lit up in to flaming digits
and gone with this page