Away & Away   (Sound of Glory)

 

Smoking & thinking the night
away.
Maybe I'll hitch a ride
to Paris,
or maybe just home
  to see what I have yet to see.
A drink here,
& another drink
  there.


A cat in a tree,
  & rain in the clouds.


I'm washing myself in strange waters
falling from stranger
  places.
I'm drinking myself dry,
& I'm thinking much-too-much.

I've sworn myself stupid
too many times,
    & I've found so much
that has yet to be seen.
  God hangs limp
from the power lines above,
I think of fire
& midnight
  as my thumb stretches toward heaven.

Off to Paris. Off to Rome.

Off to somewhere
  I have yet to know.
I will call this place
beautiful
once I find it,

but until then
  I will watch strange things,
such as mice fucking
behind thin curtains
  as Mozart commands his glorious sound.