As Beautiful As Joni Mitchell

Charming ghosts idly float in my brain And smile as they twist around All my poetic thoughts Like a curving, foggy road. My heart is not pure like a King James psalm, But you can hear and see me weep to God When the predawn streets are empty Except for broken beer bottles and myself. I’m a crazy coyote in love, and sometimes Every girl looks as beautiful to me As Joni Mitchell singing Something lyrical, tenderly and sweetly. Uriah, gaze into the face of God with praise, Exquisite happiness is on the way, Shortly you will kiss a delicate feminine wrist Wearing a golden bracelet as a mystical amulet.