music man

a hypnotizing instrument
that lulls
a girl
into that deep,
deep
sleep of love
admiration and
sweet importance
the world
is undercover
and the hypnotist
is the
one with
that beautiful
music
we dream of
a serenade
from the
wistful
poet creating
our informal
melody
by
hand




The janitor is eavesdropping

I told you a story
There were sharp corners
dark hallways
And scuffed vans
battles turn to blisters
white eyes bleed red
forgive me
just listen

Now thousands of seconds
I can count them all
The lights have gone out
I stay and wait
tables turned
feet cocked high on a stool
pound down the stairs
I’ve been here for hours
losing track of the hours

paperback
Money’s expense
dreams I feared to lose
you don’t need anyone
They need me that way
I can’t finish without knowing
what it all means
I can’t finish
So I’ve got nothing
to do
count the hours


Caitlin Crowley is a young author from Minnesota, which is very frustrating. She goes to high school, where she plays The Best Instrument in band.