Jesus of Suburbia
Sleep is easier if you try
And writing comes quickly if you lie
And oh, believe that I’m full of both
Lies and stories, less sleep
Words that run from my brain to the nerves in my finger tips, telling me to
Jump.
The murmur of the radiator sings sweet solace to my solitude
When did my headphones become
My Bible?
And your touch, my embattled savior?
I slipped out the door one night
And found Jesus in a record store
A day-glo Messiah reigning
Over my virtues and vinyl
He said “My child, you are worthy,
Listen to these words and listen to that
Heart
Beating inside your chest.
You Exist.
And prophet, we’re the ones who matter
I don’t come around that often, but spin
These songs of solace and sing for your solitude
You Exist. “
I accept, I sing.
Such silence leads to storyless sleep
And I close my eyes there on the record store floor
Open them once more
What’s your story, morning glory?
Mine starts with a murmur
And ends with a bang
Words suffice when the singing ceases
When the music stops
If only you could listen to my headphones
What words you could hear.