A Music Stitch

Dave Van Witt

Have you ever felt like this?

Have you ever felt like a stuffy room-

Painted black with blind and curtains too.

      It’s probably day but each crack of light

      Is covered by any shadow close by.

                  If all you got is naked

                  But you’re comfortably warm

                  Then you’ve got the will to

                  Rip your flesh from your bones.

Then- You can throw your face at a nail’s head,

      To get that piece of your skin,

                              Nailed over the white.

Have you ever felt like you need a break?

Have you ever felt like the vacuum is on-

      Outside the stuff room?

                  In its annoyance,

                  Rips through your ears.

      Past your screaming head and

      Pikes to your twisted stomach,

      That then wrings out the sound

      Only half as fast as it goes in.

Singin’                                                        Singin’

      Have you ever felt like singin’?

Singin’ ‘why’ and ‘because’ with my guitar,

Feelin’ like I’m stitchin’ up my heart.

I’m feelin’ it                                    I’m feelin’ music

Breathe                  A small prick

   In-  Just feelin’ it

Hold it-                  A music stitch

                                          Listen to this

Listen-

      Listen.

                  …….