Back night
Feeling good
Late night Italian stands
Listening to some
Standards
Stranded in the back
Late night in the rooms
Red and white
Subtle and sweet
Back night
Feeling good
Late night Italian stands
Listening to some
Standards
Stranded in the back
Late night in the rooms
Red and white
Subtle and sweet
Painted grey
Skylines
Read out
Will say
A blue shade
Between buildings made
Light on the streets
Of Denver
Where we
Are
A fresh reset
The desert has a way
Of clearing the mind
Out past the plains
And short of the coasts
There is a place
Where the air
Is clear
Fresh takes
On a new day
Palm trees along the streets
Down in the desert town
The vines wrap
Over the edges
Fleeing
Green
Making a way
From
The start to finish
I can relate
With that fleeting hope
Slowly crawling
Maybe to better
Maybe to worse
But ahead
Non the less
Headway in headspace
Feeling not a trace
Of a past lingering
Desperation
New hope
On this eve
Eyes up and feet down
In this rust belt
Little town
Life is short
And simple
Food is too
But somehow I am confused
How is a piece of fish
From across the world
Cheaper than one
From a pond
Right where I stand
Fish sandwich in hand
Oh great food industrial revolution
Not cheap
Just confusing
I would rather eat grass from
The lawn
Straw
Or other
Where in the hell
Did we go wrong
The food pyramid
Has been payed out flat
Turned into an oval
Of a conveyor belt
To our stomachs
Can we shut it off
Can we return to our own homes
Where all the good things are grown
Wishing for well
On a day
When we can tell
Of more coming together
Than dividing
Divine
Replaces
Sublime
The beautiful unknown
Full gripping undertow
Held spring up flow
We all have known
A few
And let go
Initial hopes resign
To solid
Logic
But a beautiful unknown
Is where we remember
We must love
To never be
Alone
What to make of the old place
Feeling more nostalgia
Then when I left
A place behind
In time
Change
We all move on
Fallen into the depths
Of a quick sand
No plan
What’s left
Of a ruined man
Falling quickly away from the
Eyes
Under a clear drawn blue
Sky
If we ask why
We understand
That you can not build a house
Upon a lie