Absence

Your reflection is in all the windows on main street
The hoboes at Central whisper your name
Priests shudder to recall your deeds
St John rattles the windows
But you do not answer

Fourteen is the new twelve
The highway narrows at the border
Graduation day is over
St John wants your number
But you do not answer

Those you spurned drive burned out cars
They seek peace in the sea
Ambition is the new blue
St John begs for mercy
But you do not answer

I am riding through the night on my Cliché 650
Absolution is on my tail
I am blinded by the light
St John steps in front of me
And I see your face at last

by Telemachus
posted on 11/05/2009