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.