Alex Hall's Figurehead - John Now

I stood right here
On this old street
A million years ago
Hours passing by
Just killing time
‘Til streetlights start to glow
His elder man’s pipe
Stained the walls
His blackened fingertips
Switched through the channels
Browsed the pages
And kept that cherry lit
The room inside
Was our domain
Old lady made the beds
Now here he sits
Not quite alive
But also not quite dead
———
The two of us
Pose in a picture
Hanging by the stairs
Standing by that
Old oak tree
Now cut down for many years
He’s unimpressed
Though years have passed
Since last he saw my face
I’m taken back to see
Him like this
And back in this old place
I try to get him talking
But it’s clear
He won’t oblige
I tell him I’ll come
Back around
Before I say goodbye
———
I can’t just leave
And so I turn back
Then he lets it go
His sorry luck
Has led him here
He’s never been so low
By now he figured
He’d be gone
With everything he’s done
Instead the tubes
And chair before me
Ruined all his fun
The days are years
And night’s a scoundrel
Passing by so fast
The darkness is
The only thing that
Ever seems to last

Written by:
Alex Hall

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