Uh-oh…UFOs

Static in my head like a late-night screen,

Ash on the carpet, visions half-seen,

Burnt orange glow from the dashboard light,

Thinking every shadow might move just right.

Girls laugh loud, then they fade like smoke,

Lipstick ghosts in a punchline joke,

Heart on shuffle, brain on delay,

Always saying less than I mean to say.

I got pockets full of nothing but belief,

Rumors, whispers, torn-up leaves,

Something heavy breathing past the treeline,

Can’t see the face but I know the outline.

Radio hums like it knows my name,

DJ talking backwards, same old game,

Eyes too red for a straight alibi,

Feet too slow but my thoughts still fly.

I don’t chase truth, I let it pass,

Like headlights bending through dirty glass,

If it’s real or not, man, who can say—

But the woods stay watching either way.