It's been the same voice
circling the very same concerns,
the banks are spilling over with
slang and the great unlearned.
the waves wont let the good themes
flow or take hold
but the brave are frauds, amongst us,
made pretty like lanterns in the cold.
find yourself in the place of the unnurtured flame
the one that dances as if by accident
I wandered down, the paint of the sky drying
from the high roads of sentiment.
and there's a way, a better way to narrow
down desire
I say a young spark like you
could do with
a flirtation with fire
and silly angels dance in the near dark
always with something heavy and worthy
in mind
the agendas overheard of the great untamed
the rules they swear by are barely defined
If i'm to become a fighter of sorts
i must learn to replace the sharpness of a smile
with the blunt edge of swords
and there's a sadder fate for the straight man in the comedy
of the liar
there's nothing ill-fated,
over a flirtation with fire
failures to condemn, retreats to an apology
the smile that frames the forgiven face I say its better that the blessing words are uttered
with great respect at the resting place
but the silence that follows, the bird-less trees mooning over some paradise names
not knowing their mortality when stretched across the age
they foolishly fall in love with the rougish flames.