“Sunlight” by thatwasthen

I wrote this poem many years ago, and it has always remained true and pertinent to me. maybe that’s why it survived long enough to be fully fleshed out.

I will keep the dream alive

and crawl through your web.

Stuck on the thought that I might not

have something Starry Night to say.

I find that with such speed

I think we’ll need a few more stars to guide us

to unblind us from this ever-brightening bulb we power.

it’s now or never, forever.

I come like sunlight,

and if done right, I might

find the kind of signs I’m looking for.

I guess my best bet is, in my sexist metrics of ethics,

“I am gonna drag that bitch to the floor”

pump a few more quarters in and watch them stack at the ledge

and pledge that this investment, it brings fortune.

more than just another tired, uninspired tire yard of burning stink.

don’t think this shit can fit in any mind.

expand beyond what is said.

I come like sunlight,

and if done right, I might

find the kind of signs I’m looking for.

I guess my best bet is, in my sexist metrics of ethics,

“I am gonna drag that bitch to the floor”

Tarry down to landmine fields.

Swim in the blue liquid for your windshield

and drink it down.

Drink it down.

Whatever you find that is under your sink

that’s pink, ignore the stink and drink it down.

Drink it down.

© Brenton Sinay, 2005

Here is our band performing “Sunlight” live at the Coach House in San Juan Capistrano.