Bliss Is a Flack Jacket

Hair done up in rose gold

You were a vision with a baby on your hip

Prone to meddle with crystals

As though you missed all other spiritual conduits

And as I'm hacking at a novel somewhere

Trying to comb the sparrows out of my hair

Thinking back about the time you read my palm

God, I hope you did it wrong

Bliss, bliss is a flak jacket

And guilt is the shrapnel coke wreck

I've since sought to expel

But I fear it's clear that I'm not a shaman

So I'll keep my cosmic revelations to myself

I watched a revolution choke and sputter

I saw depression try to kill my brother

I heard Leviathan was living in a lake

Up near the border states

Back, back on the back porch

There was a demon in the bonfire we made

We formed an assembly line

Two cardboard buckets we had summoned from the lake

And even when all of the kindling had flattened

We were never certain anything happened

Besides the vestiges of smoke getting in my shirt

Smelling of the earth