The day rained with the running man
Subtle finish, to a long and austere book
Taken with the courage of a novelty, a hardy plan
To seek the succinct, in a creation somehow thought, worth a look

Speed and insight, the tale of all generosity's...
Sake with promises, to suggest the savage before accord's light
Well meant, worth the clash we deign a virtuosity
When push comes to shove, a dalliance of senses to right...

Homes on the way, sour affront to a suggested live...
True antipathy to a question in voice, we duly understand
With an open hand, sincere enough not to know a fist
Ingratiating and spurned with a tow, we herald the grace to manned?

Welcome an issue we advise is never more subtle than scurrilous form?
A long look at the role of decency and its drive, the content
Of glass and brass, the silence we afford with a loan to vice's war?
Wouldn't a forward kiss, see the avid, one more time in the mist, meant?

The ruin is over, the rush of limelight to serve...
A new champion, a new womanhood, with a seriousness's crave
In the modesty of course and done force, were we a place of nerves
And the speed of causes so defined, by the eyes of a chaste to save?

Children with bitter but been, thumbs, taking the time...
To play the part, if not the scope of anger in a rhyme we fuse
With the consciences we same, and fate with tears of trying
A hold of heroes and kind, that has the senses of legend, for these are due