Trainwreck Ticket

Give me a piece of paper,
That reads “Admit One,”

for my Concert Hall Savior.
He’s shaken hands with the sun.

Give me my own kind of shelter,
built of my own steel walls,
a new place of worship,
like the concert halls.

In those steel walls go,

to admit one outlet there,

and do Give me a stereo,
to make decibels of my cares.

Make screens of my eyes,
and electrify my soul.
Make cords of my veins,
and sound waves of my blood.

Now I’m all plugged in,
With a volume dial tourniquet,
Shocking my words into fuses.
Music, pray I won’t short circuit.