It is the morning after that sticks so clearly,
Red wine patterns that make shapes on glass wearily,

art,

A different pattern every night, and by morning,
Stained glass shapes and faces, a blunt warning,

for your heart,

This is not the path of emptiness for you and a future,
A rich life is more than a taste and a glass cut suture,

for all,

Write what you will and throw your words, as swill, before swine,
Take your experiences weave them all into fabric, an honest design,

freeing,

As Truth, like a freight train, sounding a horn at every life it crosses,
Heavy on the tracks and aging trestles, creosote preserves the losses,

Oh God,

Watch the steps, let the light shine not by the slavery moon and a
bottle bent to a telescope purpose,
Guard the heart, when it is vulnerable and share after share, they
all know you care for the sober,

let nothing usurp us.