Animal Poem

courage is a tired mom, milk crate and a cardboard sign

trying to find a story for her daughter

this is how the world exists, let me spin it for you kid

in a way that's easier to swallow

everyone is in a play, characters in constant pain

reaching for a way to taste some beauty

you can be someone who loves, or you can be somebody else

that's all there is, you breathe, then you're not breathing

lit up real neon bulb, everything is human love

everywhere you look there might be meaning

chaos is an ancient art, you can cut the world you want

out of any shit that you've been given

i don't know and tell me more, is a poem that never fails

spoken in the language of a lover

you can be someone who moves, and tries to move somebody else

that's all there is, you die in broken laughter

none of it is really fair, born into the atmosphere

breathing gold or stealing when you're hungry

everyone you come upon, holds a picture in their mind

ask them and they might just show you something

magpie on the dying grass, looking for a diamond

 or some trash to build a temporary altar

everything's a turning wheel, it comes around, you're born, you feel

you leave the truth you stole for someone after

high up silver howling bird, looking down to see the world

spinning out into the vast forever

flying is a faithful dance, animals suspended

at the place where understanding touches vapor

sorry and i'm listening, is a poem that's always been

beautiful enough to kill the darkness

you can be someone who loves, or you can be somebody else

i tell you kid, the first one is the hardest