| Can't Scream on Screaming Hill It's late; it's early; it's 3:30. Too late to party, to early for sunrise. Meteor showers, alone empty hours; shouldn't be up here, it's really not wise. Drove up the hill, screaming hill they call it, at least that's what we use it for, to scare off the crows and echo the canyon and chase down demons with howling galore. For things that eat our guts out screams pierce the night wind giving voice to the clamor we carry within. Standing on the ledge, can't even see the bottom, yelling challenge and defiance we are brothers with no alliance from the wilderness's edge of this modern day Sodom. The gang up the road is watering the weeds. The two next to them go their car a-rockin'. Next to them, aching voice drones over steel-string guitar, so it is me who's the only one balking. Tonight I wanted to shriek and scream and yowl at all the thoughts provoking till throat's raw, hoarse and croaking and laugh till I collapse. How strange that I can't make a sound, take a deep breath and wait around for the power, as if in a dream while straining every synapse. Can't give it up break down the wall take part in the joy fall that free-fall and tell 'em off and cuss 'em out and say my piece till the very last shout. Can't scream tonight on screaming hill just you and me and it's not wise. I'll let you raise my voice for me and memorize the lightning skies. PamEhli/2001 |
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| Since 4-11-03 |