Through Every Song, Her Voice by Michael Prihoda

Through Every Song, Her Voice by Michael Prihoda

“I Will Follow You into the Dark”

Love will follow
The dark.

Waiting as vicious
As fear

We’ve seen the soles
Of the blackest rooms

 

“Passenger Seat”

No ghost.
Abandon the engine.

Discover love
To convince

One another
Sun flows

Through
The frame

 

“Black Sun”

There is answer
In failure.

A lifetime
Of plans

That revolved
Around forgiveness.

 

“Transatlanticism”

The clouds
Perforated

An ocean.
The rhythm

Silenced
The distance

 

“What Sarah Said”

Every prayed
Of rationed

Breaths, each
Descending

Goodbye,
You were truth

Beside
The ground.

 

“Gold Rush”

The shadows
Followed

The lamp.
A year replaced

With construction
Is a requiem

For losing
Our ghosts.

I’ve ascribed
Permanence

In memory.
Don’t stay

The same.

 

“The New Year”

The clanking
Of distance.

No resolutions
For easy

Solutions.
Make believe

We are
The map.

“Crooked Teeth”

Tears hung
In a cave,

The skyline
Was us.

There was
A war.

It’s always
Weak.

 

“Long Division”

Paper echoes
Remained.

The mention
Of an open

Door was
Snowing

As keys
Envisioned

A solution
That would remain.

 

“You Are a Tourist”

This fire
Grows bigger.

Your doubt
A tourist

In the story
Of redemptions.

 

“You’ve Haunted Me All My Life”

Through endless
Storm

A coat
Of mute

Design
Haunted

The tame
Wild.

 

“60 & Punk”

You remember
The curtain,

A superhero
To save

The rhythm
In the mirror.

 

“Codes and Keys”

The air
We speak

Can protect
The love.

 

“Marching Bands of Manhattan”

Open our
Eyes

At the same
Time.

What beautiful
Light

Drips through
Debate.

About the author:
Michael Prihoda lives in central Indiana. He edits the experimental literary journal After the Pause and is the author of eight poetry collections with a ninth forthcoming in spring 2019.