Dec 10, 2015
The Mouth of Joe
There might be a way to come to know
These sacred hidden stepping stones
Although there are paths to being alone
Everything worthwhile will grow
Pleads every word from the mouth of Joe
After the valley of death is past
It feels so good to share a laugh
After the dread songs’ cruel blow
You will sing like no one has before
Pleads every word from the mouth of Joe
He’s rethinking the sinking of the stars
On napkins at 4 AM in coffee bars
Scraps of poems aching for metamorphosis
The sinking stars symbolizing that or this.
Every word from the mouth of Joe
We know life’s an ancient metaphor