Rain
Loving
Fireworks
Accidents of
Death due to a tear
The
Blink and
Blare of a
Screaming horn sounds
Baby left alone
To
Die in
Time is all
A man can ask
And
To say
Poetry
Are merely an
Attempt to share dreams
Shows
How far
The magic
Has gone from you
Case
Of the
Casket man
Left solemn for
He knows no one else
Only a wish for home
Wise
Are the
Wailings of
The beating youth
Gongs made of the high,
Bloodied red rising dawn
And
When I
Try to run
Your life like God
Would its holy sirs
Turn
Tail and
Dash because
The end is a
Turn, not a final
Sign of destination
Each
Drunken
Holler from
Outside my home
Could be a mirror
Of what I used to be
I
Pick up
My sheets with
Nothing but the
Sense that something here
Has gone horribly wrong
And
The moon
Winks its eye
Wide with a sigh
That can be heard far
Past the migrating herd
To
Say Bon
Voyage to
An old friend who
Has been the light for
All of these long, dark years
Is a pain I want to hold,
Lay with, as if a Christmas gift
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
Rain
Loving
Fireworks
Accidents of
Death due to a tear
The
Blink and
Blare of a
Screaming horn sounds
Baby left alone
To
Die in
Time is all
A man can ask
And
To say
Poetry
Are merely an
Attempt to share dreams
Shows
How far
The magic
Has gone from you
Case
Of the
Casket man
Left solemn for
He knows no one else
Only a wish for home
Wise
Are the
Wailings of
The beating youth
Gongs made of the high,
Bloodied red rising dawn
And
When I
Try to run
Your life like God
Would its holy sirs
Turn
Tail and
Dash because
The end is a
Turn, not a final
Sign of destination
Each
Drunken
Holler from
Outside my home
Could be a mirror
Of what I used to be
I
Pick up
My sheets with
Nothing but the
Sense that something here
Has gone horribly wrong
And
The moon
Winks its eye
Wide with a sigh
That can be heard far
Past the migrating herd
To
Say Bon
Voyage to
An old friend who
Has been the light for
All of these long, dark years
Is a pain I want to hold,
Lay with, as if a Christmas gift