The March of the Skeleton Keys

The March of the Skeleton Keys

A Poem by Evan Clark
"

A song

"
 

Your spectacular patience

Belies a sense of inborn dread

Thinking alone in a king-sized bed

Visions in monotone


Hear the march of

The skeleton keys

Coming up your church steps

Go on and hide your head

To keep from guessing

 

There's a certain tone to your honesty

Like it weren't better than all of these

Perfect little lies

I've worked so hard to build

 

Defy... the stars to shine

The sea to move, the sun to rise

And stand... beneath the moon

Keep the earth from opening

Beneath you

 

Two sides of the same coin

Can never be reconciled

Just held on with copper welds

Like living for yesterday


Wash down the day

With a fifth of reservation

Leave your handshake in your briefcase

And get used to disappointment


There's a certain tone to your honesty

Like it weren't better than all of these

Perfect little lies

I've worked so hard to build up

So what if I don't know who I am?

If you don't know who I am

You haven't read far enough

Just yet

 

So defy... the stars to shine

The sea to move, the sun to rise

And stand... beneath the moon

Keep the earth from opening

Beneath you

And scream... the towers down

Sew up your wounds to never make a sound

And sing... sing for a memory

Sing for one more day

In the sunlight

 

When actions

Speak louder than words

Speak with your hands

And move with your heart...

When safety

Is your best friend

Abandon your lighthouses

Lest they hold you in...

When truth cuts all the deeper

And sleep escapes you

Use the day

For what it's worth...

And when love

Falls to defiance

Let this remind you

Just what you're living for...

 

And defy... the stars to shine

The sea to move, the sun to rise

And stand... beneath the moon

Keep the earth from opening

Beneath you

And scream... the towers down

Sew up your wounds to never make a sound

And sing... sing for a memory

Sing for one more day

In the sunlight

 

© 2010 Evan Clark


Author's Note

Evan Clark
I am counting down the days until the band gets back together. Until then, ladies and gentlemen, ye shall be my test subjects!

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Evan Clark
Evan Clark

San Diego, CA



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I'm just a guy with some stories. A recent transplant to the sunny West, whose live-in girlfriend is a Fender Squier, who dabbles in short stories, songs, unfinished collections, who is trying to q.. more..

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A Poem by Evan Clark