A boney headboard for my bed.
A smile that yields a taste of lead.
A flickering of thunder under my light.
Mornings wish that praised a good night.
A will becoming a won’t among blissful trees.
Evoking raptures of applause from tiny seas.
Water thinning barley hits the ground.
As throats swallow their earthy sounds.
Paler in moccasins that mellow day,
As lighting scares the ones that pray.
A storm has caught us in miming mode,
Fluorescent feelings kick back our load.
Cast out and see us still here.
In god we trust that some day we will appear.