Definite verse finds no praise lately. False ears hold no sacred witness. But still we roll in the tide of the desolate wake. I hear no faltering cry as I shout loudly. In moments of terror we weep not for the rising cost of hope, but for the bankrupt morality clause. Pardon my french as I numb your tongue and find refuge in that wood splintered obtuse you call a brain. Desolation row and no forwarding address. Headed for a mass media dust bowl. Void and decrepit of all wise decisions. Backward motions row us forth as we sway like drunken sailors. Fuzzy caress and all it takes to drive the siren from the shore. Brace for impact and disengage, you'll find it where you need. All the whispers all the laughs and grim shadows that find home on the crooked eye backs. Disparage the weak resign to decay. Lumbering thoughts fall like blacksmith's tools on thy anvil so proper. Smith Corona how I love you so! To touch and caress every thought that may linger what I cannot say. Harnessed envy sent in multitudes of pallor. Wolves in the brush but no sheep to claim. Why do I codger these old fools? They know not of what mercy I won't give or refrain. Too tempestuous to act on delay. Winds that blow and carry the pain, of a once lost country is now naked and affraid. Topple tumble overhead, make sense of nothing as we all break bread. No confidence seen or undersold, used car tactics taught in the foxhole. Battered eyes give view to a sun that severed shared it's rays. To meet upon the avalanche that widows whom it takes. Sands through the hands of the grasping branch both further and away. Deep breath formulate lowered light intake. Habit forming monkey claws delivered to your face. Always running in reverse of the dead man's relay race. Clear a path at the temple stairs so I can blindly find my way. To take a bath and puff some grass and haven't any need to complain.