Night noises are my noises.
and soiled doves are my birds.
Lost mornings start my days
and questions rule my words.
Shame is in the trunk
it must be somewhere out of sight.
and I drink without economy
when I go out into the night.
There was a man I looked to
last I heard he'd sailed away
made home in south Florida.
but I don't think he's there today.
The only one I'd known who gave me comfort
awe and fear all at once.
while keeping tools of inspiration near
He taught me to make big thoughts small
and stay ruled by human hunger
weakness we should celebrate
and not let others drive you under
Nobility ain't much to ask to find coming ever clearer.
If a man can keep to task when looking in the mirror.