Low Beam

This low beam flies high Searching for news in the skies The answers drown only to come back around through the glow of simplicity sticks and Downtown vintage tricks and She’ll remain rain with drops of blame to entertain that Lack and you know how hard the mother fought to bring that flower back. Seeds and Pleads She watered guilt Spilt From her eyes Planting and panting away her demise Under attack The light slumbered under sound The poison grew dark Red Spread Rapidly Down This love that you spoke of has fallen apart! She shouts. She failed to sprout! Broken token of unspoken deeds and doubts! This low beam flies skies Looking for broken souls in the night The distance travels slow growing old and On these streets These pricy streets and On these streets Excess meat and Simple strangers nod Believe in my God! and They’re all pretending to know who you are. Acknowledgement well spent The cracked pavement reflecting his payment and Broken down sins He don’t shake The grin. He packs. And you know how hard the soldier fought to bring that flower back. This low beam flies and Illusions rush and Make you touch and Breathe what isn’t This low beam flies and Reality plunders and Makes you wonder and Breathe what is. ©2011 xx L.A.