Listens to Coldplay

Frau_Kopfhörer_iStock_000007764339Small-300x183She listens to Coldplay
While the keening melodies swoon
Flexing a nondescript power
High-pitched in its wandering
Her ear tuned to its frequency
Like a catechism calling “Mary”
A confessional without a priest
She’s filled with the spirit
When she’s not even on her knees
In a kind of hypocrisy
Or acceptance of the unknown
The dreams more real than life
Draped in kaleidoscope colors
This photograph distorted
To match the feeling of her soul
Which no absolution can attend
And no penance can assay
She doesn’t know any other way
To focus on her shortcomings
Without anyone to listen
So she listens instead, intent
On communing with a hidden god
Who sits high and judges low
Like so many who have come before
Only to disappear at midnight
When her demons come to play
And the tears flow like wine
These notions of solitude
Lost amidst the fallen souls
Looking for a savior
Who never appears.


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