D A W N

They entertain dissonance for rare half
Dollars
Before crowds that gather with no common
Sense

My parents have taken flights of fancy
While Mother Time ever so needlessly
Disables the bronzing of my follicles
And Father in his wisdom dungeon laughs
At Thunder’s melodious brass when placed
On The Runaways lips

He places a crown on my long white hair
As Mother explains their toiling affair
They were amora lovers with midnight tales
Divining sermon passages across mental
Thoroughfares

Nearby a wild conspirator approached
The hem of my dress
Steadfast and fierce, she tugged at my
Speech
Until delicate threads of azure poverty
Blew her youthful soul into a benediction
Penitentiary

We sang a cavernous song
Until lifted by Aurorean
Wings