A Thanksgiving Eve Reminder

A drunken poem by a befuddled Denver drummer

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By Eric Frank
November 25, 2015

Ever the field of glow.
A light in the sky to which we already know.
It was going to happen and I knew it.
I allowed it to happen,
I allowed to to be.
It was me and our friends and our barkeeps. Are we
not the beings we've already known?
Are we not the disease to which the past has shown?
Where would we go if not for the bust?
In a town? On a road?
Do we love or do we lust?
The pictures not painted are painted by clear
heaven on earth and in song and in fear.
The moments that pass resurface as waters
and bothers and mothers and fathers lie 'wake in the beds to their hearts holding dear from a child in peril from bourbon and beer.

All in all, all is well. Well and good. Good and plenty. Plenty of times are yet to be had. So have them but be responsible, young lad!

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!