Firecrackers At Night Poem by Timmy Curran

If I could see the stars at day
Paint the room in the same situation as you
What an eclipse of emotions
I could put myself through
Blind the binds,
cut the cords
sing the songs,
of summer birds
Do what you do
Fight faceless men
of the cold machine,
without a thought
of Kafkian horrors
What a man I could be
but never to be that
Sterling Stud,
without the fire
you meet with my ice
Firecrackers at night
need the air to survive
Wrapped in cowskin,
dreaming of angelic whims
The morning is made so glorious
Like seeing stars