I Try

Try can you too, or has freedom a laughter that whispers and cries and sings and still I try to do what’s right. Still I wonder laughter, singing bright blue bottles for Jesus Saves. Who? Not me, I tried to far, to long, longer than I’ve ever seen me smile or hurt. And laughter rocks and stays alone all night the moon shines alone. Without, within, over, under, bottles, blue bottles, girls in jeans boys in leather laugh. Nothings funny here. Nothings here. Browns, yellows and greens, mean lean high machines of gold and silver sunshine posters of weird purple people in plastic purple swimming pools. Water pools. Red. Bleed red, bleed red said the priest, “God loves you.” “I love you.” And I do, I do. Still I try.