Strange Souls

I notice strange souls coming around 

Notice them from the gallows, hanging all around

Their heads like anvils, longing for the ground

Eyes of a cat, eyes of a crow 

Watching with intent as my feet wiggle 

The night always wins 

The days are just losing their sense

Just like me

At the corner seat, and you are beside me, under the holy convention of three

And I’m counting the times that my feet missed the pedal on the seat 

Every morning I lose another inch of catharsis 

Stroking up on the rosary 

Old and once found in the early minutes where the sun snuggled me 

And I was awake to feel the peace 

All that sun I devoured just escaped into the wind 

On one of those days that I went looking  

As my lungs shrink again

And the company comes back around 

With stars all over their skin

Coming back to me 

The moon a soiled green

So long captured, I can hear their breaths like a sink 

I dont like the look of the rat who isn't begging

A long cigarette hanging 

An actor and a farmer in the same clothes 

Swaying with the silver grass

How something pretty never ends

How something worthy never lives

How the image never grieves 

I can't help but swing

Dissolving with all of my new friends 

Into where the night always wins