The Water Tower Trilogy Nightfall Outside of town perched on a hill Past the reach of the highway And the sounds of the neighborhood Sliver of moon not enough for light Strange the fence surrounding the water tower Gate left unlocked by the watchman You were no longer shy that summer Since you had met that guy from LA He was just passing through our little town The steel ladder had chips of paint hanging loose A high and narrow climb You leading the way like you had been up there before You had promised me another sexual adventure You were becoming more and more of an exhibitionist Surprising me as to how far you would go You had changed me from a boy into a nomad Those nights we snuck out from our parents Somehow I knew this would be the climax The last night before you would leave You stood on top of the water tower roof A slight rise to its metal dome I crawled up to you and marveled at your daring You slowly stripped gazing down at the town lights And me on my knees. Dust Town I’m still here All my friends gone Faraway cities consumed them None ever coming back Not a letter or phone call Those foreign cemeteries full The night always calling me out Long treks into the desert Whispering wind uplifting Over a town with a population of zero. Dream Fulfilling No solitude in Heaven All forgiven Millions of souls Freedom of flight Finally awakening On top of the water tower’s call The height a mere step off. Teaser She’s a quiet teaser Addicted to her cause and effect In control of every move Long lost in epic delusions Practiced sashays and stance Picture-framed Body brazen Captivating nude Collecting shadows For self obliteration Scream sigh Cry spit Strip cover Smile wink Unbound energy Surrender fake I find myself loving her With all that she is A madness to squeeze her Into the She Beast she craves to be And maybe then She’ll be free. Guitar Man Guitar man strumming the strings On his corner sidewalk Cars passing with cheering honks Everyone bobbing in their spots A few dollars given Into his open guitar case His notes still dancing in his head In the middle of the night Beneath a scan of stars His bed cradled nightly In a trash dumpster.