Night Noises

Night noises are my noises.
 and soiled doves are my birds.
 Lost mornings start my days
 and questions rule my words.
 Shame is in the trunk
 it must be somewhere out of sight.
 and I drink without economy
 when I go out into the night.
 There was a man I looked to
 last I heard he'd sailed away
 made home in south Florida.
 but I don't think he's there today.
 The only one I'd known who gave me comfort
 awe and fear all at once.
 while keeping tools of inspiration near
 He taught me to make big thoughts small
 and stay ruled by human hunger
 weakness we should celebrate
 and not let others drive you under
 Nobility ain't much to ask to find coming ever clearer.
 If a man can keep to task when looking in the mirror.