radio city

you held me in front of god, he stared right through us. he wore skulls on his bandana and for a minute we weren't sure if it was him. then you remembered the time he walked coolly across the ice with his spurs while everyone else was slipping and collapsing. he didn't even know the the ice was there. it must have been him.

then he was the cab driver, a drummer, your dusky brother from another life, possessing the power to change the color of the lights from red to green using only his eyes. suddenly, mine could do it too, but only during those moments when you were watching them. when you looked away, it was gone.