Around the clock
By lot we rot
To rag and bone
Abandonned
As the hour and
The second hand
Seem both locked-up in
Handcuffs.
We lost our mules
To Arkansas,
In parts we saw 'em
Vanish,
While we both stood
In silence, blood
Cov'rin' ev'ry
Canvas.
If they'd only had
The medicine
And met us in
Ratón,
This mess we're in
Would fester some,
Then just as soon
Pass-On;
But now on the edge
Of the tiresome sea,
Each pledging
The other to
Stone,
We push and shove
Our hand in some glove
In one fast move
Will be
Gone.
Meanwhile, the tides
(Poised by Poseidon)
Rise and
Disappear;
Hound dogs bay
Beyond the bluff;
Bandits watch the
Pier;
And I look thru
My lookin' glass;
You, into your
Mirror,
Both only saying
Anything
The other wants to
Hear.
Though ev'ry dime
Was lent, we spent
Them all to keep us
Floatin'
As autumn rolled
Past summer's fold;
Now, winter holds the
Ocean.
No matter how
We stack the deck
Our cards cannot be
Chosen
So the ones at hand:
Take 'em fast!
Before the river's
Frozen;
But,
Taking too fast
Won't make it last;
Watch out!
Don't crash!
Bewarned!
A bastard gets faster
In the late second-half
Dry,
In the eye of the
Storm.
At midday
You insinuated,
Beneath the noontide
Sun
That I'm someone
Who multiplies,
But will divide by
None;
Who swears he can
Be counted on, yet
Never counts past
One;
Who cannot tell
All he's lost
Apart from all he's
Won.
Who to and fro
And back again
Has witnessed ev'ry
Sky,
From Anchorage, to
San Juan Hill;
From Bangor, to
Hawaii;
Who, facing off with
History, compiled
On the
Sly
A litany of victory
By trickery,
Where
I:
Took on one sun
Won by one
Handsome
Rook took from
His high-hilled
Mansion
Took ev'ry bird,
Turned word into
Anthems;
Took the book
And shook out
Ransom;
Met Set head-on,
Left 'im severed and
Scrammed,
Put roots to soil
And oiled the
Cams;
Ran and ran after
That sure-footed
Ram;
Stood under the light
With the swarm of the
Damned
Dont get me wrong:
Life is long;
But time is swift,
Adrift and
Blazin'
But you'll get burned
If you don't learn
Advice is better
Taken
But
Taking too fast
Won't make it last;
Read!
It's written in
Red:
A bastard gets faster
In the late second-half;
'tleast, that's what
The last one
Said...