Betty

I want to write but my mind is so scattered
Like plates of glass shattered by sardonic lazars of sound.
It’s these thoughts that resound in my body profound.
Resurrections of mind candy culinary confections.
Dissecting the past in mass deceptions
History’s how your write it, what’s my directions?
My fingers reek of crimes; green and sweet and divine.
How can it be legal to make heaven a crime?
Freedom is knowledge and I bequeath mine.
Get after it go drink your wine.
Take your time before judging others.
Take your own advice.
Try not to smoother.
Block out the sound,
Betty when you call me you can call me Al!