Summoner

Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review

Never lied to you Never told the truth Only ever suggested Never made it a job I was far too enthralled To make the connection With one wrinkled face Staring at my lonely place onstage As I hit the right inflection Between desperate and alone Delusional and in the zone Untaught living your lesson Dualistic identity Off-key and heavenly Frail body undressing Will you remember my name? Will your mind be the same? After our 45-minute session Chorus: Loyal to the final hour Offering a burning flower From my charred human hand Summoning my mystic power Dressed in black like a priestly prowler Willing myself from obscurity Up, to this microphone stand Clenched jaw Fearing the claw Nullifying dexterity The chord must be changed Another naked melody named Attempted profitability Take a seat after the set Response about what I expect For an expression of honesty The next singer comes up Crystalline scraping dust From the face of a recycled homily Kid’s the real deal Half-punk half-doomed romantic zeal Doesn’t waste time on profundity I stare closer at the untapped talent Anonymous and utterly gallant Become convinced I’m looking at me