LIKE AN OLD LADY IN CHURCH
I don’t mosh. For those of you who are
Unfamiliar…to ‘mosh’ is to jump, push,
shove, leap and punch – all in the middle of
a sweaty, shaven haired rock crowd.
I don’t mosh. I stand at the side, shouting
and screaming. Singing. My voice is terrible!
Fortunately, the music is so loud,
no one can hear me scream.
It’s funny. In real life I’m too scared to
scream. I was told to go away. I wasn’t
wanted. The people I hated were loud
people. So I became quiet. Naturally.
I don’t mosh. The people who mosh all have
girlfriends. I don’t mosh. I’m too inhibited
and passionate. The passion coursing through
my veins. My eyes are wide open, match-stick
wide. My mouth is open, screaming…
No one can hear me.
BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I SEEN YOU NOW
We were given hearts and brains
Wills, and each other
We’re locked into our own worlds
Supporting each other, but
There are things forever broken
And we think it lasts forever
Perhaps goodbyes should be sudden
And splitting up carved in stone
But I pray we’re never alone
That girl over there looks like you
But I saw the light in your eyes
