“The Sun Went Home”

2008/11/03

Chrome death pauper butterflies
Crimson sun arises boldly
Telling dreams they’re late for life
And their wings are lonely
Someone took a freedom jar
From a shelf where love kept memories
From another paper daydream
Where city lights shared kisses, if

If only this was good times
If leaden tombs had French fries
Served on blazing brain cells
Toothpicks and old papers
Gone
And the sun went home

Turn back time where Kali sighed and
Saw the scent of eastern gardens
Throw back dimes to back when children
Had some faith to fill their hats with
Someone sold my ashes for
Pennies, fairytales and cold
Autumn dreams of views forgotten
Back to earth before it’s flattened, but

But these are not your good times
Your tombstone benches crack while
Yesterday’s fine dinner’s waitress
Throws a napkin on your papers
Gone
And the sun went home

Do’s and don’ts and pen marked dots
Marking time on faded covers
Thumps and drives of fluke machines
Can they too adore the sky, the rover
Laughed at all the dropdeads stole
Thinking personality
Mattered back when god thought love
Could replace man’s fantasy, if

If only this was good times
If leaden tombs had French fries
Served on blazing brain cells
Toothpicks and old papers
Gone
And the sun went home

Copyright © 2008 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.