For Christina from Michael Arden by Michael Arden Sulzbach

Some play the belt and some play the body.
When you've made too much welt in one place
You'll want to move on.
My friends are all bruised by the blunt end of my seizures.
My lovers are limping. My families torn.
Some play the wish and some play the fountain.
Kiss after kiss blown away toward the moon.
My voices made choices to make other noises.
My heart beat discouraged.
My rubber band, Boom!
Some play the tear and some play the tissue.
When the future's unclear, like this,
You might start losing track.
I've cheated and lied and I took what I wanted.
I didn't want this, but I can't put it back.
It's a hole and it burns.
It impales and it turns
Like a lethal injection of nothing.
It's a voice in the well,
But there's no one to tell
Which direction the sound has been coming.
Some play for keeps and some play forgiving.
And under my creeps there is still something green.
So don't you give up on me while there's still a little hope.
I might lighten up, and then maybe, we'll see.

• Acoustic
• acoustic rhythm guitar
• poet
• singer
• songwriter
• writer
• Buffalo