Tragic Mishaps

James K. Brown was an alcoholic man
Drove his Ford into a white Sudan
He never found what he was looking for
A way to crash into a life full of open doors
When they were closed before
Beautiful itch in the kitchen chair
Breathing in a sharp slice of air
These tragic mishaps happen all the time
Exceeding all the deaths by homicide
To people in their prime
Sarah Mae would die within the air
Withered leaves dark on her yellow flower
Her stories gathered up around her eyes
The only things consistent in her life
Bright like fireflies
And when she fell down the concrete stairs
The fabric of normality began to tear
And Sarah Mae was forever changed
But still the lamplike fireflies in her eyes remained
A snapshot in my brain
And though it’s hard for us to try and understand
Maybe tragic mishaps were always in the plan
And when we stumble and we trip into fatality
Maybe we just open our eyes to reality
Like waking from a dream