Convincing you the moon wants your lonesome soul
Convincing you the room is more walls than doors
Convincing you the tunes were not hauled up
from any well
What’s to tell?
Convincing you is like a train under the moon
running through a slot between two sheets of blue
illuminated by halogen light through glass, the sheets
fall to the grass
It all happened so fast
It’s like
breakfast before bed
when instead of what you said the night before,
there’s no more walls than doors
There’s no moon stalking your soul
I think the moon’s eaten the tune,
but I ain’t gonna
try to convince you
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 