Some Masks Cover My Ears (Thinking About Everything)

On the bowl again and sprinkles hit my ears
The dance lights guide for traffic cries fifty-five
When the sudden charm like aroma heat at night
I can still smile the eyes beg so nimble pauses
E. Pluribus Unum and again sprinkles hit my ears

Candid stash tickles drip like rinsed monuments awake
For dirt that can find every little place, oh shit my ears
The wake of Washington and Lincoln and Ike the tune
A sound the lullaby of mistakes are beasts that bellow
Like lonely drifters o’er the concrete ocean as wide
And lasting to the dreams that take us homeward on
When daisies like aesthetic similes support lucky soil
Those damn pristine sprinkles hit my ears and as they should
Forever forlorn fantasies reborn like diamonds mock the evening sun

In the hallway such that silence may mingle like air
I don the mask of a lunatic’s grin and opossum trance
The hold for now under the cast like a choking lightening
So scared, no where to fade but sprinkles hit my ears
As I am thankful for the midnight rain…

Some Masks Cover My Ears (Thinking About Everything)

ryan  munson

Oceanport, United States

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