On Display

When the walls are down,

It’s not about

what’s sensationalized

or homogenized

and sanitized.

When the armor is off,

the skin’s exposed.

Nerves are on the surface.

Ready to receive

E-lec-tri-city.

Charged and on fire.

Walking tightrope

and high-tension wire.

Not ready for surrender;

on a six-week bender.

Pour another, bartender.

I’m making up the rules as I go along;

I’ve never known the lyrics to this song.

At this point in my life:

My heart is on my sleeve;

my soul is on display.

I don’t know

how to live

any other

way.