i lack that courage
to watch a drop of liquid
fall into my eye

where drunken souls use
the line "I wanna *******."
as a compliment

just came home past twelve
felt my tired feet and thick eyes
the "fruits of labor"

Draw out a plan
To snare the fear
Hook it when it swims to surface and
Shoot it when it perches in your roof.

Remember it's too evasive
Time to prove your worth

Eons ago, when the stars
where just learning
their place in the sky
A whisper was sent out
crossing over the centuries
I heard it through your eyes
telling me to open mine
and allow those blue swirls
to color paintings in my life

Some virtues don’t make a good rule of life
My mailbox knows this is true
He’d no need to add to damages paid
Had he moved aside,
And let that car through