05/06/2023
Sometimes Meteors Fall
Sometimes,
a drunk punk collapses to a bitter ground
and prays a blessed salvation spins around
Sometimes,
a camp trailer at dark sees a milky sky
as if piercing wandering fast blue eyes
Sometimes,
an obedient ear can hear a sweet hymn
as if angelic rhythms echo in safe orbit
Sometimes,
I sit and breathe on a soft blue yoga carpet
as if to bounce hard meteors made grim
Sometimes,
a violent scorched sun tugs around an aura
of a recurring memory - O’ thee horror
Sometimes,
there comes a time a virgin sapling spawns
new life busy being born thus far gone
Sometimes,
wherever I am, I wonder what is missing
by land or by sea, a holy prayer awakening
© Brett Emmanuel 2023
New Orleans, Louisiana U.S.A.