Prayers and trumpet tones
From somewhere out, beyond
The painted walls that hold my life
Wake me in false-dawn light of early May
And it is warm
Last winter’s frost and snow
Receding into misforgotten
Stories told while drinking
Strobe flashes like fireworks
Outside the courthouse, closed eye visuals
Shipwreck current privacy of reason
Baked and seasoned
Cyclone syndrome skips the generations
That deny it
Dizzy Gillespie, high on speed
And blowing through his smile
Beer can ashtray
Red wood picnic table wet with garden spray
And houseflies
Make a home for open eyed sobriety
From somewhere out, beyond
The painted walls that hold my life
Wake me in false-dawn light of early May
And it is warm
Last winter’s frost and snow
Receding into misforgotten
Stories told while drinking
Strobe flashes like fireworks
Outside the courthouse, closed eye visuals
Shipwreck current privacy of reason
Baked and seasoned
Cyclone syndrome skips the generations
That deny it
Dizzy Gillespie, high on speed
And blowing through his smile
Beer can ashtray
Red wood picnic table wet with garden spray
And houseflies
Make a home for open eyed sobriety
PW Covington is a Pushcart-nominated poet and writer. He writes in the Beat tradition of the North American highway.
More at www.PWCovington.com
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