Same sorts as yesterday...
Long talks, with a window that served the unknown
Patience walks by, shoes and doughy clothes, may
Its the heat of the day, I could swear my mind is blown...

The difference of deference in view...
Stoic reach to a liberated few, with savory kind?
Sitting for petty claims, on the ingenue of echoes...
With an eye on childhood; was that step to mind?

Competition, in a neighboring window:
Cat, is a hoping doggy the realer way to finish?
A chat with pride before pain, pain to outrun a cities glow
Where the kindred of futures save themselves, from suicides wish?

Spate cola, if not the drama of the day
Cats with an answering climb, know the secret I find, for somber
Notice of another, the thanks of willingness drifts by, the legendary
Confuse not the stir of submission, for we are the people somehow humbler?

A police car goes by, a radio to verify the needs of littler minds
Smiles to fall from such a height, have the soul of avarice if ours
A face looks into the meandering day, poking at me for the time...
When a tear for nothing new is all the rage in the land, can a fear have it's powers?

Time goes by, just the three of us...
Smiles at regular intervals of never's cause asked...?
Spied in the passage of such ordinary people, with a thought to must...
A hat drifts by, looking for many more firsts than lasts

Hello up there...
The duty you see, the scurrilous exaction of heart and home
Into the fray, of a fight to know, has seen all ways a land laid queer
Seeing your response is not my task, but join us if a worlds some...?

Never is, never was, and never has...
The bang of offense, loud and proud in the coping day
Sat with couth's doll, no more has the voice of an angel - todays
Worst comes of age, like a lord of silence was, the privilege to say...

Both of my many
Seriously, the thanks
Of oddity, set to language
With a single hope, to simply ask...

Silence, I can afford
With only, itself...
Cause curious, the offending word
Is love, with an instinct for wealth

Paradise, was a fascinated clue
Almost and authority, undue?
Shared with poises shadow
Claiming only myself, as voice accrued

See...
Being the fate of another
Time, is a world, before anarchy
Ought in my step's, divine is a lover...

Time passes a thought
To another, in a climbing sense of renderings...
We see the call to unify, in a shy voice ought?
Today was a marveling hour, we could marvel's ends...

Bite me...with a resolve?
They said the sour news is a welcome sunshine
With pets and history to come at all...
Of a younger moment to be quiet, for a composure of time...

Hours as we know, a fixation on else
Can be, the truth be found in a place of sin
Was this imagined tongue, the saying of wealth
Yet to be, the stir of justice of what is a craved wince...

Of passion over a legend to become, our friends
The tale we notice, and simplify by devoid and avoid
Is but a loose remark of such to roll and imbue, the like we end
As if the world knows any better: the fight of certainty's choice...?!

Sly or slime?
Tows of redoubt, between lovers or a heroism of dry finality's
Sunny as we should note, is about the hour I am trying
We see the traitor of commonness and pence, our humor is...

A rushing eye, to know a catastrophe
That is being a silent opportunity, to approach though
And worth the implied key, we find in the future feat
Of lying to the misses, when a game is for those we hosted, should first owe...?

Here come the formidable rains,
An air of sombreness it decrees.
With it, bringing--
Tears of the forgotten dead.
Cleansing the earth of our influence.

What is the plight of art and poetry;
if not the human endeavour for grace,
to meet the sense of an ending?