Everything always
falls thru
with you

'mi unfair
or unreasonable
here

Alone
considering the odds
from new angles

and realizing
with a cold clarity
it's unnecessary

As
Are
We

And the soul's
So what
Rings

I answer
I dunno
Lines form at the rear

Hands up
me
pick me

I'm the one
right
about this

Cheeks to be turned
Beds attended
Growling fed

Time is uncertain
In the tale
It tells of you

I am listening
sometimes flipped
feeling certain

'Bout
what was thought
Crazy




Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis