the subterranean sacred

the subterranean sacred

forces like

love & lust

or money

push us into

cities that

were briefly

fierce industrial

dragons blowing

fire and copper

flecked air

into the streets

but are now

sites of abandonment

or sacrifice

daydreams perhaps

& will -

at 45

after no guitar

for 15 years

hands were weak

i came here

playing again

like a singing

lazarus and

tried to melt

into a scene

of house shows

run by people

who could be

my children

i didn't care

i think they did

care that is

or notice

but you

can never

be sure

to be rejected

at 50

by young people

hosting basement

shows at say

the subterranean

sacred is odd

it cannot

be resolved

in the mind

only borne

packed into

a banjo case

like a brightly

feathered bird

and carried down

a street

once shimmering

with iron toxins

and now fading

into wildflower 

lots and

released