A Graceful Morning
echos off in the distance
the song of who I coulda been
coulda done
blood soaking with sin
parasites
I close my eyes
and the demon disappears
the wall is an eggshell offwhite
I have three lamps on at night
my notebook says Brave
my mom was shouting be brave
dad says to behave
Sometimes I cant tune things out
the ringing stops
autumn rain like a Goddess crying
Angel tears on a broken dawn
morning, mourning, boring broken.
the way to a mountain full of words unspoken
sometimes I was tortured by an imagined future
I realize now that I am crying
Autumn tears on a broken morning
rushing to the peak of elevation
all that ignored chaos of creation
Retracing the future to save our American life
Rushing to the golden clouds
thunder like the whip, like the knife
Finding nothing beautiful but the sound
of what they say beneath the ground.