Take Cover

Bomb blast struck the trees far outside

Fireworks spring from the wreckage four days too late

Am I dreaming of a nightmare at noon?

Has my mind checked out or has it been murdered?

I don’t think I’ll be able to see the fingerprint evidence without a mirror

Who would have an alibi? How am I making this up without a brain?

Maybe it’s the third century poetic license I’ve bought years ago thinking for me

I haven’t recovered since, but the fourth has warped me low

I still don’t think I can take that step yet, but America has made it a day

Their words run too fast, I don’t think you’ll understand

I’ve warned you in advance that something like this would happen

Are you still willing to be with me?

Even if the sparks don’t shine with real colors or fly too high?

There may not even be a lot…

you’re still here…?

7/21/07