I know I will hear them again tonight;
This parade of filth rummaging through my auditory nerves.
It is the longest battle of my life
Trying to separate the monster making riddles
And having a soundless sleep.
Tell me what do you do when your demons are asking the jamboree
To tell lies in close proximity?
For me, I weep and make art collages and vision boards.
We do dancing on Sundays and whenever they are heard a smidgen more,
We remember smiley boys and where sunrises were born.