dragon in the street,dragon in my room,dragon on the ocean,dragon on the moon,
dragon in the woods,dragon on the town,every time I see that dragon,I get to feeling down,black eyed stare,chewing on a bone,mommy never loved him,heart cold like stone,rough skinned dragon,always spoiling for a fight,watching me bleed,the only thing that makes you feel alright,dragon drank my whiskey,then passed out on my bed,I see that dragon everywhere,he lives in my head.
I used to be a night guard,like the night guards that sign me out,a coffee stained journal,and an old radio,a chair worn down from long shifts behind flickering console monitors,a lunchbox and a Maclean's magazine,pencils scattered amongstsports sectionsand completed crosswords,a ball of keys,a late patrol,a black sky,a cigarette under a full moon,I used to be a night guard,you dream with your eyes open,when you're alone until noon.
windy punch,the ache of morning,tired traffic,and inconsistent coffee,stern faces chew cash crunch sandwiches,and hustle through mazes of parking lines,ticket and receipt,receipt and ticket,"is there joy somewhere throughout this thicket?"attendant looks at me over his glasses while handing me back cash,"I don't know about that but I do know that it's five bucks more if you don't leave your ticket on the dash."
fierce force,open the boards,mark the ice,fierce fear,warm above,cold down here,remember the plays,under enemy gaze,it don't feel nice,the strategy ok'd,but a choice was made,didn't have a choice,but to make a choice,to play the game,and give the anger a voice,look to me,I'll look to you,to play through the pain,through inclement weather,ready for whatever,we'll put it together,between periods.
your love comes in Morse code,a tarped load,one shoe on the side of the road,tossing and turning,while memories are burning,out of the comfort zone to begin learning,stretching,fretting,sometimes regretting,a meditation on forgetting,how do we live in these times without letting ourselves get pounded,by the beats of an eager heart,draped over a rusty motor,forever pumping blood to the flesh,on the bones of the Toploader.
it gets frightening,face in the darkness,voices in the hallway,it gets tough,alone with the sickness,voices in the head,it gets lonely,wind in the woods,rain on the roof,it gets hurtful,forgotten words,heckler in the crowd,it gets complex,twisting highways,unfamiliar streets,it gets panicked,food, shelter, safety,sirens in the night,resolve the outside,through the inside,so as not to hide from The Test,but to plunge into it.
