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.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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