And yes once again
I had my nightmares
Of greed and power
But they weren’t mine
I simply facilitated them
By my own dis-sins
Of disinterest and disloyalty
Dishonesty and disturbance
Disprove disarm and disgrace
Distant dislike and disappoint
Aren’t we all culprits
In crimes we allow
By disavowing the disemboweling
Of our own countrymen
Stand up stand together
And always stand strong
Against those who oppress
I’ve always been blessed
But patience wasn’t included
I’m not sure why
Patience like other virtues
Like forgiveness and love
Seem to slowly blossom
Like late season hydrangeas
And remain long after
Our simple beauty fades
Perhaps late season virtues
Are those which carry
Us to Heavens gate
And let us in
Feeling like heavy crude
Freshly pumped from the
Wells of my nighttime
My mind needs refining
To remove the skeletal
Dreams laid waste there
Crushed by life’s pressure
And sifted through coffee
Causing me to cuckoo
Good morning to friends
Sometimes I do think
That when we argue
We aren’t pulling away
But rather pushing closer
Like earths tectonic plates
That when words fly
We’re doing nothing more
Than figuring out how
We can comfortably lay
Closer together not apart
There is just something
About delicate jazz chilly
City mornings and coffee
It’s like home here
Wherever here may be
And when you come
Out to me swimming
In my sweatshirt and
Nothing else to kiss
Me and sip mine
And sit across me
I know this much
City jazz morning coffee
Is all the heaven
That I’ll ever need
