Jeremiah Johnston

Let me keep you in the summer

As hibernation breaks the curse

Of all the day’s lovers

Like the pain doesn’t stop

At the end of birth

Keep me in mind

When the footprints

Of memory are all frozen over

And the wind has beaten

Down all the warning signs

Like lazily swatting flies

I keep my mistakes at a distance

But close enough to my side

Since moving on has

Been like a mirror

Trying to turn a blind eye to all it sees

And I’m too busy trying

To talk before I breathe

As the southwest sun

Beat down rays of thread

Weaving down and blurring

The highway lines like

My skin pacifies my head

Letting go a leaking pipe

Flooding me to the ceiling

Till I can no longer look back

Like a sidewalk there’s no

Quick way to fill all the cracks

And I’m remembering times

Of me in spiritual minds

Like looking in her eyes

As clocks just a reminder

Of all the passed time

But for all the hands raised

In syncopated truth

As the rain off the roof

I’ve never seen it end

In a way I can mend

As a skyline splits the sky

The line in the sand

Is washing away from faith’s tide

I want that old time religion

Of heart not funds

Of all the times we smiled blankly

If just for release

Like Jeremiah Johnston

Abandoned Nile baskets

But a heart to keep on

Since I’m too busy

Being born to worry about dying

Like a brushfire it’s spreading quickly

 But it leaves like

A coming storm’s breeze

I’m coming back Father

Just remember me

Chorus

The ghost never leaves

Unless you open the door

You should have known by now

I’m not letting your eyes