I was awoken by revelry.
The car was frozen right to the street.
A cloud burst open in front of me.
With children hoping for Jubilee.
My hands were soaking in turpentine
that seemed to highlight my broken lines.
I tried to remind him that things were fine
but I was joking most of the time.
Lying in your bed with cards displayed.
A sort of regression to an infant state...
There was a lesson that she conveyed
that I confess in a serenade.