Night noises are my noises
and soiled doves are my birds.
Lost mornings to start my days
and questions rule my words.
Shame is in the trunk
it must be somewhere out of sight
and I drink without economy
when I go out into the night.
There was a man I looked to
last I heard he sailed away.
Made home down in south Florida,
but I don't think he's there today.
The only one i've known
to give me comfort all and fear
all at once, while keeping
tools of inspiration near
He taught me to make big thoughts small
and stay ruled by human hunger
Weakness we should celebrate
and not let others drag you under
Nobility ain't much to ask
to find coming ever clearer
if a man can keep to task
when looking in the mirror