Hollow Bones, Better Fit for Flying
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EleCivil
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Title:
Hollow Bones, Better Fit For Flying
Author:
EleCivil
Narrator:
EleCivil
Artist:
Civility C and the Talentless Three
Disc:
Holy Hell, We Suck!
Track:
01
Kind:
Poem
Type:
MP3
Time:
00:01:22
Size:
1.25 MB
He lets his guard down with his eyelids
Panting his passions into a pillowcase
Painting salt-streaked skylines with his eyes
Across what used to be a plain striped pattern
His dreams are confusing, contradictory
Hollow bones, better fit for flying
But unable to stand up to the slightest pressure,
And pressure is all he has right now.
Calmer hearts, better built for lasting
But unable to allow the smallest twitch,
And twitching is exactly what he wants tonight.
An empty head, better led to resting
But unable to use when conscious
And come sunrise, his consciousness insists on calling.
Hollow bones, better fit for flying
Are on his mind the next morning
When he steps outside and passes a man
Leaning against the side of his building
Pounding rusted rhythms against his palm
With a length of pipe and whistling
Whistling “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”
And today, he decides not to stop and wonder
Who he’s waiting for, or what he’ll do to them
And decides, instead, to walk away whistling
Carrying the stranger’s song on his breath
And spreading him across the city
To more people, more chances.
Maybe some of them will be on their way out
And carry a bit of that man’s spirit with them
And his own, as well, as he whistles faster,
So that maybe, just maybe,
A little piece of every one of them can escape
Loosed from a stranger’s lips and let levitate
This low-swinging chariot
Through crowded heads, better made for matching
Those heavy hearts, better built for understanding
Its hollow tones, better fit for falling
Yet rising up, better still, resounding.