BIG MOONY SKIES

I’ll give a knowing nod

To the brother on the iPod

“I rub my wounds with alcohol”

I love the sound of fuck all

I feel everything but small

enraptured under big moony skies

Where prayers stand a chance,

Where joy awakens eyes,

Guts are calm, for hearts beating restless,

& There’s a man and moon romance.

 

 

J U S T

I.     Lost

For now, awhile, I won’t let you pull me from the wreckage

But, how you hold my hand, for both of us

Until the jaws of life  arrives/

Tho’ I’m not at a lost of words, I’m lost

In thought, “I’m lost”, I thought,

“And hiding from the hidden costs.”

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 II.  Birdsong

I’ll dare to speak of sparrows

in shrapnel filled WW I battlefield winds,

in sharp scarlet dawns

they’ll sing to find their kind

if they’ve  lived,

a song will find its way back,

between the  blood & budding daybreak

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   III.    J U S T

it could be/ a branch of a tree

perched at a high hill

would have a new bud  just

breaking through/ it would be just for you

and in time  a blossom. You’d just

lift yr arm up/ and pull it down/ just in time

to drink it through

with yr deepest stealing breath.///

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