Sleep A Little More Poem by Charles Lara

Sloppy Soldiers
welcome in the dawn
of relief and nothing happened
18 and just like it after
the brag is there
in the carved out stone
on onyx and denial
upon a silver tongue
and nowhere abouts
serving calmness
& glory
like little steps
off Loomis street
where we were
strange speaking derelicts
worshipping the same
G0d under a lower wage
of choosen intellect
of morans in the sun.
Apple wine
scented rain under
what we could have been
licking your unbelonging sin
upon happy time
forgotten under sunni-skies
before the laughter erupts
before the silence of once before
requesting what was in store
of remembrance with less support
what will become leam against lost regret...
Piano sags a little more.