Skin Suit Lies

a star lost

behind a cloud

too poor

to look cheap

hot brew

cold blood

a sunset

over the bridge

burning water

busted boots

stomping

the teeth

from a black hole’s

mouth

yellow and green

headlight eyes

trying to be friends

walking to church

they clean up nice

in skin suit lies

pulling down

stars

stickers

for their charts

time off

for good behavior

the cloud

sad

to lose its

only friend

to a heavy hand

belonging

to a heavy heart

with hot brew breath

strong as kerosene

everyone

roots for the

underdogs

the black holes

losing the fight

tired

of being lied to

it doesn’t matter

how many stars

are on your chart

what matters

is how hard

you fought

to earn them

 

 

Don’t Panic

wake up the ocean

walk on the clouds

smile

a crooked

smile

love the light that shines

above the brightest star

piercing the darkest

of hearts

killing the inner

demon

don’t panic

it will all

be over

soon