ugly on a beautiful day

play the song, read the poem




coming down from yesterday's high of red and green
feeling the weight of five slices
rolling from the warm of my bed
pleasant dreams
so few
let myself be free as air is
step into it
my feet bare on warm floors
watch their shade change
i shuffle
scratch at the ash
watch it grow thicker-grayer
catch a whiff of yesterday's scent
(that was some good weed)
caught in a lovely breeze
the sun shining through the trees
on me
i put on my shades
casting blue on already blue skies
hiding my red eyes
things aren't so rosy
but it is a beautiful day
i ignore myself to appreciate the glory
weep cause i can't feel it.