35 mm black and white film

35 mm black and white film

“everybody got something in their life
they need to set free,” he sang
I looked out the window
hooked to the machine

singe the wood with a torch

“everybody got a spark a flame
they need to shine out,” he sang
I reached for his hand
across the table

cut deeper through the corners
and reduce the edge to ash

did you know the destruction of life?

“everybody got something to break
somewhere in their mind,” he sang
I felt the air grow cold
and the wind blow

once there was a tree to climb
now there’s only smoke