Spirit Board

Candle wax and squeaky floorboards

Maybe someone had a séance here

A dark night of the soul back in 1974

You know

Prairie, cliffs, ocean, forest,

Mountains, redwoods, evergreens

The texture of geology

But dotted with rusted out car frames

What say you, say I?

Can we find our way?

Do you have the time?

Oh

Woman in a tank top on a squeaky bike

Teetering along a busy highway

Overheard her say to Tom in the liquor store not an hour ago

She finally figured it out

Black and white cartoons playing on the telly

In a dingy room on the wrong side of town

Brown ashtray, cigarette butts

Textures of anthropology

What say you, say I?

Can we find our way?

Do you have the time?

Spirit board, dusty in a closet

Maybe someone had a breakdown here

A meeting of the minds, a sacrifice

Heading back never feels quite like venturing out

Candle wax and squeaky floorboards

Maybe someone had a séance here

A dark night of the soul back in 1974

You know

You never saw it coming, did you?

We come and we go, we live and we die…