Every Sun That Sets

Someone said,

"Music is everything"

well, it's a charade

but it sure felt that way

when I was on stage

I felt like super 

man and look at

my empty hands

now

you fell in love with me

but I'll be damned if I return the favor

cold world 

and I still expect blood

a cool girl like a soft,

snow laden, slope

ski lift take me 

to the top of

my dreams 

of painted nails

and a flat belly tight

red dress long brunette 

hair and sometimes a man

really gets his money's worth

the acid reflux

of regret hurts

but what's worse 

is a missed shot

growing pains

make the man

and is there really

a mosaic in Ravenna 

of a whore reformed

in a temple, across from her: a self made man 

that I thought I could be, Katie invited me to save her, but sometimes i wonder if it wasn't just a movie and now I reel in absurdity looking at our beautiful promiscuity 

every sun that sets 

rises again.