Star Mangled
Over your hair
I see a mangled star
Falling from the eastern sky
Made of night
I won't forget that light
When I'm looking down
Down through the barrel
Of your memory
That light waving down its majesty
Veiled you and me from sanity
Over your shoulder
I hear a spangled song
Trailing down like western music
Made of organs
I wont forget that song
When I'm dancing on
A deserted stage
Of your memory
That song hanging in the trinity
By a string
Threaded with ecstasy