Unearthed
the most beautiful boy
asleep in the beaming
of a smiling red moon
like a butterfly
come to rest (doesn't need the love of the world)
on a still leaf (doesn't need the twists and turns)
before flying (doesn't need anything a thousandfold)
to the future (just a need a sun that burns)
A bit of my weeping wine
a bit of chatter in the
noonday sunshine
and some filth and laughter
mad enough still for love
and some strange manner of living
to be the catcher
when you're laughing
when you fall
the punchline
on my sleeve
talks of dreams
in the morning rides
from night to day
as Sinatra sings
let's get lost
chet is so boss
but due without the
personality
a thousand notes will help
you see
oh my heart
does it need
some connection
satisfaction
my man in man
zooms in
to take heed
and smoke
blooms.
