singin’ the afterlife blues

alone i sit

on the surface of the moon

watching my former home spin and spin

as clouds dance across

endless blue

i remember

spending years in a daze

not caring

if i lived or died

but now that i am here

in the audience of stars

i would give anything to run

my hands over spring trees and breathe

in their sweet air

until my lungs said no more

no more

*Performed at Art Inspiring Art (Brown’s Run Country Club) on 8/30/19