*discoteca* (Late At Night) ...
3.20.00
The rattle and hum
That lulls me to sleep
Late at night
The rythmic click
of the light
And the ceiling fan
chain
Late at night
When the wind blows
right
I can hear the freeway
So close
But faraway
I can hear it
Its cars whizzing
by
There's no sound more
comforting than the freeway
Interstate 10
Runs right by my house
It's with me when
I'm home, drifting to sleep
When I was in Arizona
It drifted me to sleep
In the passenger seat
of an RV
I stared at it
The freeway
I drifted away...
With Or Without
You ... 9.17.99
Sitting
in my room
Eating
my dinner
I
stare at Bono
He
is in my room
Completely
contained within the television
Singing
such a beautiful rendition
I
am glued to the screen
I
stare at the TV, even as I write
"Yeah
we'll shine like stars in the summer night"
A
gentle blue light shines up from below
Though
a grille it makes a magical glow
His
voice is so soothing
I
can't stop drooling
He
stares at something behind the camera that I cannot see
His
eyes look glazed
Or so it seems
But
behind sweet sugar icing
Sadness lingers (Sadness hides)
And something gleams |
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Stratocaster/Silver
Steel ...
7.16.99
A
computer plain
Laid
with squares
Of
green vinyl lines
That
stretch beyond
The
Stratocaster
A
contraption
That
sends a wave
Across
the plain
To
infinity
To
eternity
In
all directions
It
speaks out
It
stretches
It
sings
It
is the wave
That
turns the tide
It's
beautiful blue
And
it is alive
Hello
Stratocaster
Have
you come to save me?
To
deliver me from my pain
And
my misery
Hello
Stratocaster
You
send a message to the world
What
it is, though I have yet to know
For
the night is black
The
vinyl square plain is green
The
wave is beautiful blue
And
the Stratocaster is in between
Stratocaster,
Your
silver steel strings
Slice
my delicate fingers
of
three silver rings
But
I play on
And
on...
Through
the night I play
Until
the break of day
My
fingers are bloody
I
feel no pain
For
the music that flows
is
like Spirit
Hath
taken a form
That
nobody knows
Sprit
takes many forms
Sometimes
it is the wave
Sometimes
it is the plain
Sometimes
it is the moon
And
it will eventually wane
Only
to return
Only
to come back
And
do it again
I
come out of the night
I
will play my song
For
the night is dark
And
the nigth is long
Your
silver steel strings
Are
stained with the blood
That
is my life
That
sings through the night
My
Stratocaster
is
baby blue
It
sings loud and clear
And
it sings true
The
pain I feel
Is
pain that will heal
It's
only my skin
And
silver steel
The
pain I don't feel
Is
pain that won't heal
Because
my heart is numb
Like
silver steel
I
am the spirit
That
moves on the moment
I
am the wave
That
is not cast away
Cast
away
Stratocaster
All
poetry ©1999 Laura Hutchinson
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