And We’ll Drink From A Glass Of Stars
Yes, let’s get smashed on cheap pink wine,
sick of genteel sadness,
I want to wade thigh-high
inro dangerous surf,
fling a bottle,
shake my bracelets at the sky:
Damn you up there, in your glittering milieu.
What do you know about heartache?
Have you lost a son?
Searched for a missing brother?
Someone, twirl me on dull beige sand.
I want people to point and stare.
You sneering comets, nebulae--
come down here,
go toe to toe with me.
Horse and Stars
Down from the hills came this dark blue roan,
he trotted into my living room
looked briefly at me
while chandelier chards
glittered in his mane,
then just as quickly he
bolted outside.
I loved that horse once. Together,
we could forget our small town
near the ocean.
As my family slept,
my horse and I crossed the Pacific
while Orion’s dogs stared down enviously.
With that horse, I could return
to the place I started from.
People will be waiting.
They will come out of their houses
to smile and wave, welcoming us.
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