Beautiful


it’s beautiful
life,

I’m thinkin’ of,

big cosmic cut
in my brain

when guitars
older than this Earth
clang 
and play me
what it’s all about,

this,
is what I’m thinkin’ of,

not
the Hokey Pokey,
or the honkytonks;

but the screech
of the shrill
rock n roll songs
that scrape
my soul,

against the poison
the people
put in my ears,

and the confusion,
on my breast
and in my heart;

it’s the
love letter
the winds of
the Gulf write,
and
I fall for,

this,
is what it’s all about;

this,
is what I’m thinkin’ of;

against my delusions,
and my ripe, restless soul,
           
this,
is what I’m thinkin’ of;

I’m thinkin’

I’m in love
again,

and the
crying inside begins,

and I’m broken
again,

a piece
to piece back together,
again,

this,
is what I’m thinkin’ of;

it’s
beautiful life

I’m thinkin’ of.