-Blue Times-

blue skies and wind chimes
tornados and end times
white shirt on the clothesline
falls upon the ground
one last time before I go
for the bells have started ringing
from here to Mexico
the women are all singing
theres a goat child whose bleeds in the street
he wears the mask of a circus performer
the feral children take his lead
they fall with him into the deep grass
the dark stain of medicine
smeared across their foreheads
the strong brew of forest magic
drifting through the air
i cant get enough of these blue times
nothing hurts more than the safe line
will always make hay when the wind blows
and the campfire glows
and the crickets lose their minds
thats when ill be fine