Friday, April 10, 2015

A Poem for Her

On this tenth day of April, 2015, someone special is floating through my thoughts. This is for her. With tremendous love.

April 10 - Poem 10

City Bird


Well you’re tired and you’re searching
All you knew is now distressed
Only fragments of believing
Faith just torn to shreds
You’ve had a cigarette with a work friend
A beer with that guy
You’re gonna skip class today
Maybe you’ll get high
It all amounts to nothing
Or so it seems at this time
Sound and fury
A toss of the dice
An inconsequential rhyme
And tomorrow what?
More answers?
Or just this pounding in your head
Another smoke
A dirty joke
The weight of hanging dread
Is God away on business?
Or is he just getting drunk?
Or maybe there’s just a devil
With a joker’s wily spunk
Church makes you tear up
Your modifiers are all gone
Screaming doesn’t seem to help
Nor the breaking dawn
But it’s not over city bird
You’ll get that oil off your wings
You’ll see the way, however grey
And weather all these stings
And fly
And fly
And fly so far
With a freedom you never knew
And help the other tangled birds

Trying to follow you.

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