“What Happened to Just Playing Music?”
[question asked by Andrea Fekete]
I slept too long in the razor wire
where notes chimed like saw blades &
the moans welling from inside me
would eat away the lining of an ear.
I walked down the silent road,
through the silent fog &
the black & silent woods,
far from noisy afterglow
of a city we knew so long ago.
I left my guitar in the pawn shop.
I left my guitar on a bed of coals
as I hurried across, afraid
to slow-dance in the embers.
Were we not performers once?
Your hips swerved & trembled
to trilling rasps spent from your lips.
I shrieked like a seagull
calling to the sea. But,
music fades, & a song will end,
except in radio waves, I’ve heard,
which drift through space forever.
Ace Boggess is the author of two books of poetry: The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014) and The Beautiful Girl Whose Wish Was Not Fulfilled (Highwire Press, 2003). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Rattle, J Journal, River Styx, Atlanta Review, and many other journals, with new work forthcoming in North Dakota Quarterly, Southern Humanities Review and others.Listen to Boggess read his work at our audio series.