Sunday Morning Journal Thoughts Poem by Steven Adelman

Sunday Nights never worked...

While the world happens outside
rain
war
stripshow
Nostalgia LSD sounds coming from
the radio
I write my poems in my own mind first
then yours second

O soulful boys & girls
of the city
your worldly thoughts & ripped blue jeans
make me write

Come all together now
We're lovers of the great work

Unexpected secret blackmail death
Count to ten & hold your last breath
While I pray to Allah or Kingdom come
hoping to see god under the red sun
But if my prayers fall
& my soul don't fly
I'll dig myself a grave
crawl in & die