My Weaponry

I’ve got Charles Dickens prose

As sweet as a rose

I’ve Neil Young songs

That cry out to right wrongs

I’ve got the films of John Ford

For if ever I’m bored

And I’ve got grayish green breakwater dreams of pure silk

That are soothing as mother's milk

Yes I have long flowing embers of life

That incinerate trouble and strife

Along with simmering salads in oyster shells of nudity

To slap across the face of all prudity

And with me are the tremulous barks

Of fir trees in heat

Helping turn the bitter sour

Into the delicious sweet

Among the soft barely lit pine saunas of lust

And still more ways to change the hate into dust

There’s all we need in all places at all times

What’s important is that it’s there not whether it rhymes

We need not live in despair or mope

There’s so much from which we create joy and hope

Look to others look to ourselves our minds

To free us from any sorrow that our heart binds

Hollah!