The Eyes of The Sun

The Eyes of The Sun nj 01 28/2021

The eyes of the sun couldn’t care less

our cheapness names of country stars

creeping shadows cross the dead eye dreams of dollars

until we walk the storms of mars

and I have walked through fire

aeons passed the long forgotten corridors

and rivers littered with broken cheap guitars

only then the names my 45’s give you receive

Lead me out. These seasons rife with cries

and doubts of yearbooks by the carload.

sailing forgotten through aeons and mountains

and the beauty in the falls. The river falls. Hush now.

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