Heaven-To-Mouth 




The air smells like Kleenex today
Real soft and sweet and friendly
The sky has reached Enlightenment 
And my headache's gone

It's the same
The Marxist on the corner
With his locomotive breath 
And the poets sipping something French,
While contemplating death. 


But it's fine: I am contented
(My hangover forgot to come)  
And the sun's unbitterness 
Is peculiar, for the sun 




Of course, I'm still 
Sky-diving lonely,
Though I've tried to build a parachute
I guess God wept for company,
So He futiled my pursuit. 



After all,  
He pulled me from the
Red wet din
Though I screamed and shook like popcorn 
And Mother grew distant when I was new-born

And still Man tries
He smiles and pries
While concoting most-delicious lies
To some nice girl:

Just for a chance
To go back in. 
And after all the effort God put in!





But nevermind. 
Alone is not a burden: Nor is falling
When you bother to admire the view
And it helps when you've got a chocolate bar
That you'd forgotten in your coat.

What good luck when it's not melted!
What achievement, standing at the stop.
Not that you should gloat, 
But it's neat, and tasting it is bliss
When you're sitting in that bus you didn't miss
Though you would have liked to. 



Though- it's silly, reminsicing
And halfway to the state of  Missing, 
A candy bar so much. 



All I know is that today 
Is better than its bed-fellows:
6 old men, bemoaning age
All in tantrums, idle rage
And one, content in all the world. 

I feel like the 7th man 
In rags and hair so brilliant white
But ner a stony thought in sight. 

It's 
Like the Brothers Everely
Have knit their croons upon the clouds
Not cloying-soft or angry loud
But somewhere in-between.



I fall back into bed.
Am I dead, or in a dream? 
All I know is that below,
On the city that has burdened me so long
There is a most beloved song

And my headache's gone.