you me and
blue
transitions
and far off horizons painted with wishes
one day....
we always say

tracing palms with fingers
soothsaying or prophesizing
cards played
wide-eyed amazed
grazing at life's tender
shoots

when as always it all
is so much simpler
than the mortal life
absolves on
a daily day all
tormented coiled inside
are ten million squirms
for every cry

never one answer

but one eternal theme
that rose blossoms true
and the vernal winds cool
once came a blue
on a storm's distal
view

and for every glint
of the sun comes a
distant hologram on the eye
a corresponding elegant
glow that lasts

into your visage a sign
that not all life and reality is
destined at once
to be recognized
just take things at face value a wary grace
faith if you will

and see
the sky
blue

that's all  my wisdom

fabrics
patterns
silk
cotton
bolts
needlings
and
weaves

only as a tongue does as
a mind thinks as a clock ticks
as a face slick with perspiration
clicks on some rhyme I'm

word processing

transforming ringing phrases
one way
into alphabets and parlayed
transitions

coded arrived soon on desks
in hearts spanning decades
transcribed
thinking

along a way inconceivably
furled coiled condensed
meant technologically
unthinkable

immensity unable to
be seen without getting
mentally naked cold alone
dense

paths unfooted go that
way along a dry step one foot
forward two back
discoveries

you must sense more than see
an analogy
patrolling the edge
of reality

and really what is was
what was is but
must that be

I set out on a quest
to find the boundaries
oft kept
only by a dream

or fantasy and how then
I might make it
were I
omnipresently

competent

come
hither
mine
sweet bud
my wine
drink of the
finest rest
together forever
at last
become one
after
dance
only us
to be
ever more.

Forth of now there last I saw
a glint of then when she
began to smile again,
hope passed
beyond the dark of hours,
the distant sun
across the sky,  proud of all
it's glory strode

turning aside the
darkest clouds, turning frowns
the right way up,
heaven's tears,
sweet as any kiss from miles
above became a cleansing
touch of today's newborn
innocence, riding down
on every drop a glistening
angel tear fell
golden
to my cheeks.

so   toiling on through the loneliness
amidst the day going forth sun ups
sunsets a day in all still the world
twirling
and it is magical and morose
real and make-believe

so like the days to tease one with a bright sun
and the darkest shadows all
at once nowhere to find a balance
in the  black of all the glare
spinning dizzy in between the
grass shoots petunias glow

tell me what I'll tell you a fool I am
a worshipper a sinner too
I make believe and curse
away the day
the way a folly soul
does on his journey

I don't know land from sea anymore
or truth or reality its all become blurry here
here  in the gray grey has been life I sink into

I gave as the silver regal plate passed by me a nine
nine pieces of eight and a piece of hate
drank the wine ate the mundane chip chewed
swallowed waited thought thanked prayed
eschewed rallied on brought faith forward as far
as genius made magi out of a can of
broken twigs frogs legs a bat wing
a man in a black suit white-necked hate him he
that white I see today I focused
on it that square white bright hope I prayed to as
he
the church disgraced me the laws beseeched and the regalia the royal riches paid but
he went on that black man the white neck the touching in salient the remedy for my sanity was
hate distrust a blank slate
ruined

next to a pine back nestled close
alone in the wild of the forest
feeling the straw and cones as my pillow
I hear the songs of my forefathers
haunting in the whistles of the limbs
the breeze
a calming song close to being a prayerful
hymn on the wind singing me off to a rest a
sleep a long nap a day's end a peace
and that rhythm
that winds through the needles on a course almost
a siren's breath
that sings beautiful
hymns a song on
a withered bark
a cry from
the forest's floor a
harmony I've known before
breathless i went
graceful
a warrior

for my baby
I want her to see my desire
my total devotion hear the thunder in my roar
and as I am
just a man no god I cant sing a lick
in fact, I scare cats
dogs howl when I try to sing along
and I don't know the words I figured
I'd borrow some of our, hers and my songs to
romance sing strum under her balcony tonight!

heart how it warms
pulse beat in the midst
turns a  red
a cheek since
her dimples glowed,
a bed sheet rumpled
a cigarette glow in the candlelight
two souls needy
dressing in the morning
sipping that last drop of champagne,
everyman woman that the last one living when
we all become chipsets in some race to smaller faster
silicone drags lips tense
drawing up ******* pants trying to savor,
longing last look at the flesh
the blood tense
a small silent caveat
lonely endeavor
an entreaty to those who smile already
like doves in
the coven.
once we were.
there here
when...

never saw that problem the dry
river's bed
most always had an overflow
into the forest's toes
of  water gushing overflowing
the river's banks
washing the salt off the roots of a
water mocassin ten feet from the bank
hissing
trees roots her trunk wetter
'n they ever have been to pull
her long tresses up
around her *** walk tippity toed through once dry banks
caught the fervor
began
to sashay a bit
dance her  top limbs swaying left
as her trunk had gone right like a whip

root tiptoeing off to the high spot on the hill all the rest the feeling trees had gathered
crying more rain filling valleys
feeling lost for those root bound who couldn't feel
the first drip of empathy dense when it came to sympathy
and you'd think natural selection might take her part in this
and wipe those who don't feel off but I think
they is this Noah dude for the  uncaring he builds a big *** canoe
and herds up one of each *** of the uncaring two them
narcissists a male female those psycopaths one each of breeding ages
one pair each of all the woes
and floats down the river into the swollen *** sea so
they live too,
those whose brains are not capable
of feel of poetry of art.
those are on the ark.
those who have apathy of a dry eye

Random is what I supposed
Until too many random acts
Came my way
What I prayed for was
Never answered
I saw her arm
Those black dead eyes
She was dead a long time ago
I said hi
Beautiful
And she began to
Replay her story
He was a trucker drove up in his rig at 12:30 am
Paid today
A *** burning his pocket
The ambulance took him away
At 3 in the dark morning.
She was arm candy for the rich
Best store bought **** ever
A wild one
She'd come to the house to play
After making a score
Take a hit and sit and rock
Back and forth
For two days
He was a runner for the dealer
Everyone called him the
Walking man
He stole an ounce from
Under the meanest bulldog
In town
Showed up throwing rocks the
The size of my toenail on a red hot blazing stem.
No one ever saw him again.
She was five dollar Felisha
You know what was her specialty.
Lots of times she had chrome on her lips.
Then was me.
I had the house.
I'm glad I moved.
I saw too much random ****.
I think now there was
A purpose.
I'm living again.
Until I die.
And there ain't no such *******
Idol as random.

Angels are white and devils red
And abstinence of sin. Can be colored what?
Clear.
Clear like glass
Looking out from an efficiency
Apt over
The busy metro district
Seeing clearly both extremes
The pimps and ******
Drug dealers on the corners
Selling flesh and blood and promises
Or
The time I saw a man
Had
Twenty Styrofoam dinners
Walking up to obvious beggars
And handing them one
With legs and thighs of chicken
Rice green beans corn bread
A slice of sweet cake.
Shakes them awake
Those asleep on the grates
Put his arm around them-
No telling when they had a hug last- and gave them dinner.
Above just watching I stated
To myself
Hesitating, I'll be that man
One day.
And fortune will decide
Which one.
The angel
Or the devil.
I'll find out
When.

I sing

As I breathe
As it is meant to be
Songs special meaningful
To me
My tune a prayer
The touch of god in
A euthenistic travail
Up a hill
To no avail
Rounding corners off
Touching head on bark
Banging wisdom with dead ends
And sanity in dark
Yet I

Sing

Always have this tune
In the back of my mind
Calling
I sing

Can one dream of
Star chases streaks. Of
Bolt. Lightnings.
Ripe amethysts glory
Prudent of a rush of sun
Golden shine.
Then sit gently upon
The green blades
Tender asking forgiveness
To every god goddess breeze
Bird winged angel dove
Pray
Like life depends on it
To the dust
To the green blue sea
Echoed
On every
Eye if every
Cloud
Could sing

The calm must be immense
In Paradise and the vista
A view like no other
The shores we swim to white
Sandy clean
There when we reach nirvana
As we fulfilled become
One with the universe
Promises of religious sanctity
All our hopes and dreams
Like stars in the dark sky
Lying before us
All sparkling a sea
Of diamonds to look
Towards

It's a good day drawn on
The sunny canvas a bit
Fluffy cloud meandering
Away where cotton ball
Clouds go on a calm day
When the rain gods and thunder
Goddesses go off to
Fort Lauderdale
Or Tahiti to occasion the tropics
With storms but
Here was pleasantly warm
Enjoyable
No one needed antiperspirants
Or sweaters
And it got painted by Monet
This day did
A hundred times
All differently
A slight change of
The suns angles
The differences
In the shadows laying left or right

And how brightly stark
The sun shone early
Changed midday to
Blindingly overhead
Then reached to the edge
Of your right eye
Evening a long cast
A glimmer almost gone

Like days past.
Memories of childhood
Youth all once again.

The sun has shone
Me things
Shined for millions ages anon
Be it my
Everglow now.
Now I take her to heart.

Here 'bouts we draw out the y'all
And the thank you, ma'ams
With that syrupy thick tongue
Of a southern traditional
Slow fine China sit-down with
Cloth napkins
Dinner of turnip greens tangy
Bits of ham drenched
In karo syrup
The warmest homemade soft rolls
Of course sweet tatos
Orange unique sweetness
Snap peas, too sweet-tea
Lip licking politeness
Formal
In tradition reserved
For only the white folks
Way down south
We molasses
Slow to spit out
The
Reality of
How do  
Or morn'
We tend-
Us good old folk-
To live like its still
1865.
Slower still to
Want to face
It's now
2018.

I dreamed I
Saw fields of straw
Hallucinated the waves
Coming to me

I begged on
That little
Self inside me
To prove

His realness
And he said
I just am
And I

Answered
But the field was
Real to me all
Waving

Standing
Applauding
A festivity
Of me

And you are who
A homonculus
A being
Inside me
Have you

I questioned him
Myself me
My being
Mine ID

Have you
Little my
Senses of self
Monitor

My matriarchal
Patrician
Overseer
Have you

One too?
A little you
Inside you talk
To question

Go to in stress
For advice
And if so
Does he too?

On and and and and

Ononon
We went
Late


Into the night into day
I went

Back
To
The
Field

Autumnal equinox of a long season standing raw sun
Sweating drips become ripe
As the bottoms of watermelons do
Lying ripening swelling
Swaying feel the stem
Tighten become draught
I turn
Sway in the lengthening
Days
Like an old woman
On a wooden porch
A Hand fan and a flowered dress
In an old oak rocker
Lean
To one side
Redden
Brown Crispen
Brittle brittly
Spin in one
Great fall
Off
Down I spin now
Now alone fall
Fall to earth
Dissolve
And how else
Should life
Be

When that blood flowed green
And trees were red
Skin was bark all hard
weathered showing
The marks of hurricanes
The dearths of rain
Skies glowed orange in night
And gray each day
The lakes all turned inside
Out where blues were down
And brown silt atop
The roots of things grew up
And flowers down
Bodies dead were above ground
People like moles once did
When the sun was yellow
And not her now deathly gray
People went underground
To live
Where dirt was white and grass
Was the ceiling
And not a day was recorded since
The day the
Colours
Turned around.

Ten words in I knew it'd
Be a ******* dud

Bewitching games of rumors
Shame like tattletales
And teacher's pets
On the playground
Or walking home
T'is often told, but,
Not by them-
That loose tongues
Often..... fall
Right out.

Easter.
She wants pheasant with some sauce.
Give me a duck up a turkeys ***
Deepfried, preferably.
She tells the kids the Easter bunny sometimes has to borrow
Rudolph and the sleigh to make
Deliveries.
I tell them truth that bunny hops on his own hoofs until he passes hell out.  He might, I say might, catch a ride on a tortoise.
She swears the egg came first.
I ask her - out of who's ***?
She loves them marshmallow perv Peepy things.
Only chocolate and bud in my basket, thanks!
She is more I guess you could label it Protestant than me.
I'm more southern street baptist, the kind that preaches a lot but been in a real church just once.
Despite our differences and her wrong *** way at looking at things we in ******* love!!!
I ****** her like a bunny four times last night.
I passed out. She may have kept going.

Morning love
Tousled heads we hug
As alluring and beautiful
As a formal event
In coat and tie silk gown
Two hours of makeup
More even.
You in that negligée
Me au natural,
No airs put on when
Squintilly gazing at the bright break of morning with
Pillow marked cheeks
And hair awry. I think you are the picture in the morn of
Pure beauty and desire.
That kiss is our first one.
Today.
Let me wake you
With kisses
All over.

If
I were to be a star
brandish words
Like a gunslinger
Shoots the eye out a fly
At fifty yards
Or tease the ears
Of every maiden near
And far
If
I were to
Write a novel
And thereby
Be rich with
Not a care in this
World
If
I had power like
God to Change the past
And predict the future,
My love, DiAnne,
The only thing
If
I had all those things
I would do
Would be to
Make heaven on
Earth.
And you and I
Could live there
Now.
If
I had all my wishes
I wouldn't
Have to
Wish
For you.
You would be in
My arms.

Dissolved now
Brine mixed all one
Floating together
Towards the turn of the
River bend just down
A ways
Heading eventually
To the ocean
Out to sea
From heaven
It sparkles glints
As the sunlight plays on
The flow the trickles
Wandering jostling blending
Dance

From above
As precious and rare
As any diamond
Coming together mingling
One
One fire one shine one
Glint one solute
Made from many

I've cried tears into
This Creek thus river
Then ocean if seas
I've seen the salt go
Merge dissolve
Become again
In one way
Live
Course like blood
Through
This universal
Vein.

Garnered
With a feeling of giving
Hope for peace
For this world's
evolution
Us a bow
On the wicker basket
Filled with eggs
Of all colors
And sizes
Sweets candy .and smiles
Of hope
For everyone.

Happy Easter!

Cats envy my thumbs.
The tree grows upwards out
Reaching to hug the sky.
Gravity keeps me humble
And my mind makes me free.
Each day is a gift. Every night
A blessing.  Time is a man made
Conception.
Every parent is a creator.
Every child precious.
Nature is ingenious.
I am a speck
Of dust. And dust a speck of me.
There is something more
To this world .
Something hidden  
I haven't found it yet.
But I am
Searching.

Sage salt cement pavement
A long walk
In my walking head
That head I let loose
Ponder where those people
A man woman two kids
In a sparse Toyota
That to me looks
Like a ball and chain
Where are they going
Where they been
They are happy I decide
Step forward walk look left
Down
Over into
Around
Why did those ants
Build their nest here
Exactly here
Why not two feet
Farther away from
The rumbling highway
And say inside
That other me the monitor
Voice
Just is
I pick up a can
Some person decided
To donate to the flora
And fauna
And wonder
Why are
What makes
People inconsiderate
Little eye my the
Other me answers
Just is
I amaze my body with feet
That stride and keep me up
With balance
Endless energy
A force
Turned sugar from a sweet
Powdered doughnut
Into energy
Without that other me
Even aware
Just happened
I walk on the grass
Next to the manmade
Sometimes
To thank my feet
And the sugars
That fuel me
And the world spins
And I go
Down the way
My salt sage
Concrete
Grass

Way

Again the moonlights company
4 am. She's somewhere.
About the skies glow
Stars flicker eyes turn
Search seek
A lone northern light
A light show
I gaze up to search for
And she's there I turn. My
Sight looks beyond now
Beyond my dim sight
Farther than I can reach
And I hope.
I remember
I close my eyes
And see.
But
For tonight
Her memory
And the moon
Light glow northerly
And a star's
Twinkle
And all my might
Are all I can see.
She is everywhere
But here

A storm that arises left
Of the forest rains on all
Those beautiful daisies
And one that comes right
Of that forest
Shudders climaxes
Makes petunias
Also.
Its so the same.
A storm.

Inter course in the mind almost
As far as I can tell I'm
A man go
Like
There with giving me
A sour candy
Every other thought
Goes there
Or begins in philosophy
And rushes like
Blood to harden
Me twenty minutes later.
The world spins
And the whole universe
Revolves
On the head of
My *****.

In Daleville
On a normal street
In a normal town
Lived this guy I only
Knew offhand
Not personally.
Stories surround him
All the titter-tatter
Scuttlebutt.
Word had it he didn't
Pay taxes for years,
And he did fairly well
On eighteen wheels,
Cross country treks
Hauling.
Fairly nice house
All paid off
A nice old Cadillac
And a recent
Model
Mercedes.
He lived alone.
All his children grown
Moved off-
Their own lives and all-
And he was
As men get,
To say in polite
Terms....lonely.
Word was the old dude
Had several let's say
Women of the night friends,
For lack of better terms
And to keep this tribute
Civil, when he met
What he saw as the one.
She talked him up visited
Without asking for nothing.
Caught his eye
Made him feel
Things more than that
Ca  ching  sort of economic
Transfers.
To end the story the two
Drives coincided.
His taxes and need for touch.
To cheat he put all his
Goods in her name.
Thinking she was the one.
Sweet. Nice.
Good.
A year later he was
Evicted.
All his things were

Hers.
According to the law.
But the story
Hasn't ended.

According to the
Word
On
The
Street.

Cast about like a
Plug on ten pound test
Reeled through a nest of branches drowned last year
Trying to keep the nest
From building
In your shiny new
Open cast Hundred
Twenty dollar reel
You bought to look cool
(Give me a zebco 300)
And no idea where the
******* drag is set
A fierce  sixty pound striped bass drags
Tugs under you feel the pull
Wait
Make sure
There
Pull
Set that mother hey
He's on
Running away tugging
And you
Fall off the pier
Let go and
All your **** goes
Swimming.
Better undo that
Rope tied to
Your belt, the one with ten
Bream flopping,
Them mocassins be
Here in a min,
Spit out the water
You swallowed
After you gain ground again.
And break out
That old fave  zebco
Tomorrow.

I fell in the stream once
Walking along its banks
My brother hanging from
A branch
Reached down and saved
Me from drowning

I fell from a branch of a tall
Oak once
On my head my lungs
Emptied

I stepped on a snake in
The forest barefoot
I and it went separate ways
Fast

I kissed a girl
Touched her rigid *******
Felt her receptiveness
But we parted

I've walked mountain tops
Camped in valleys
Slept in haylofts
In castle towers

Been seen in bars in
Parlors of sin
In druglords
Dreams

I've ridden horses
And been thrown
I've conquered
And been overthrown

But come the morning
Some day soon
The world will
Know me as it should

I shall rise from decadence
My head above
The rest my crown
Shall be

But Brown
Leaves and pieces
Of grass
And smallest

Treasures of this world
Will be golden
When I reach
This epitome

And peace will rule
And love resound
And people
Hold hands

The world
Around.

Then
I will smile.

In line fractually straight
But angled and perspective shows
In minds eye
How they meet somewhere
Distant
Take ten steps
That horizon does too
Very much like how perception is
Once you
Are on your knees
Examining it
How close
Is now
How tomorrow can
Be thought of
As receding no
Matter how
Fast you run .
Its uncatchable. You
Can't grasp it even
Going stark
Raving mad
On fast thoughtful
Feet. Run.

I've only imagined where I'd go were the skies to open up
Magical, and time to be metered
Only in metrical or musical
Timbre what bassoon might be heard when and if
Flutes bass drums human voices
Joined into that chorus of
Nature resounding unheard
On the distance in the forests
On sunrises in flowers
In the eyes of the forlorn
The starving bellies
Of the deserts
In that mass of culled voices
Written on papers buried
In libraries in educated
***** on leather desks in the
Remotest abscesses where the hurt cannot reach or on
Wool carpets decorated
Florals instead of the marvels God
Sent created made us in
Oh I cry loud
I cry at top of my lungs ability
Wake me up
Cry cry
Sound out
Poets
Those with more than
My abilities.
The time is
Now.

Capitulating the fact yon the masses
Are understood to be
More sluggish
Than cold molasses
Absolutely the rich ones that
Control
Equity foretell
Quite the thundering
Throng. Of indelicate be headings this ship sails on
If the course is not changed.
Quickly .
Anon.
Such a considerate conglomeration of riches
Not been. Scenes told nor
Tales since the turn of two
Centuries haste.
Consider.
Our nation got greater
With not a caste of rich making
Decisions but a healthy
Working class. Unless
We wake up there won't be any
Consumers only outcasts starving
Walking dead. Perhaps that
Was why that show was
So popular.
It foretold?
But, that show
Was about dead brought back and
The one I predict will be
About starving living ones
Trying to take a
Bit of pride bread
And soul back
From the greedy
Clasps
Of the
One percent.

And there was once a man at the equator running west so fast
As the earth spun beneath him
He stood still.

I'm into collectivism
Like averaging or statistical mean
Out the empathy levels in
Society.
Where by evolving
Takes peace to that next level.
I see it in waves. Love is more
Wavelike than photon.  Peaks valleys
Ticks tocks pendulums
Swinging one extreme to
Another but, over time,
Almost immeasurably,
Favoring the great advancements of this human condition.
I'd love to be alive when man
Matures. Learns that love is
Really all there is.
I want poetry to be a part of that
Stride forward.
My words aren't important.
But the one step forward
The future begins with.
Call it faith.
Call me a fool.
But I see one day love
Ruling this world.

That first minute,
I knew.
As soon as she looked
My way. Her eyes,
The way the sunlight
Sparkled in them.
She touched her hair.
Its called grooming.
She ran her hand through her
Curls.
The corners of her mouth
Turned up.
I saw her nostrils flare.
This man woman stuff
Is almost ferile,
Animalistic, basic.
My senses sparked
Picking up every clue.
Over her shoulder
The sun peaked over
El Dorado. The waves crested
On matador beaches.
I took my sombrero off
Hoisted it in the air.
Clicked my boot heels
Together.
She was mine. We made
Forever
Kinds of love.
Not just ***
But roaring
Fires of volcano
Always glowing
Flamed
Kind of love.
Flowing
Now.

On a day in December  
On the cusp of whenever
A cold freeze came on my shoulder
A chill I remember
Now that the temperature
Is warming
And my black fingers
Have fallen off
And the sun hanging
Higher in March
Thaws my breath
With the budding of
Ornamental pear trees
Azaleas
Wisteria's purplish glowing
A daylight gradually
Growing a bit of warm
Wind
On the fields a hush of hope
Gathers nearer
The planting of seeds
And grasses
Rebirthing.
Stained yellow glass
Ripe with natures
Pollen colors outlooks
And wisens this old man
In awe to the glorious
Flowing of
Reasons and
Rhymes.
I understand
Seasons.

Bruised sky God swore loud
Resolute as tears tulips
Out of fury grew

Throws longer on green
Grass the younger
The new sun up above
Seems in the
Mornings

As the grays turn
More cold as the
Trees get more
Brittle as the birds
Speak less
Bolder
As the horizons
Get closer

Appreciations set in
Almost glaring in relief
Standing out quicker
Bolder more
Noticed.
More serene

Like birds I've never
Noticed on wing
Near the clouds near
The forest
Careen float
Like asterisks on clean
Paper
Awaiting their
Call

And as the shadows get
Longer and bolder I
Allow them, no enchant and
Caress, each one
As an angel
I've missed.

When it comes before you're ready for the novel to be over
And you weep days weeks on
end because the characters you've learned to know took into your soul pretended or saw were so real then after five six hundred single-spaced pages don't go on anymore you lost Frodo scout or Holly lost your reality then go into withdrawals
Like a habitual offender
Once I finish a book like that I sit
And ponder God how I'd like to be able to write a novel
That could make
People feel awfully ******* lost
And depressed when it's
Over.

Still there your essence is
On the pillows between
The sheets. Remains as a shadow
On the air on the mantle.
In a bottle more gone
Than here .

Left in the bathroom
On the shelf a specter
A ghost. The senses spiced
Bringing roses again
Once more nearer
Yet so far
Out of reach.

I wake clutching and grasping
At effervescent aromas .
I swear you are still
Near. As I make
Coffee become
Reality, again.

Thought I had woken up
I felt my extremities and
Rubbed my eyes but something
Weird and worrying remained
This time I thought I'm going
To make sure I'm awake
Alive and breathing in
Out I slowly took deep gasps of air full of smoke from my pipe
Coughed a bit and thoughts
Took over how better to comprehend reallife and
All her mysteries.
This is surely not death.
No cannot be.
I'm still prescient.
And seeking answers which if I had passed would worry me no more.  It seems at last I've  killed
That last brain cell and now will spend eternity in limbo.
Neither alive or dead just awaiting someone to revive me.
Oh yeah. I recalled.
As I looked in the mirror
And saw.
That is just what
I've been doing.
All these years.

The exact shape of all things
Is contemplatively captivating be they round most heavenly bodies are orbs even those imaginary
Or might some be wisps of smoke
Dust absorbed in air against those eyes looking everywhere
For clues or have tendrils and three or more eyes or beaks as long as some poems
Draw on
Oedipus wrecked
Me way back when in
A classroom where
I
My habit was more to try
To gander up dresses
Than read an opus
Or wonder dreamily at the oak
In sunlights beam the middle of campus where it chanced the window from my desk in literature class overlooked.

O pallor the greed of curses
What valor the gilded
The drink of saken. Lust as we
Curse loudly in pleasures pain.
Wan faced drawn out treasures
Make  masks for the demons
As sated we gather around.
Altars of tokens forbidden
As we spoken lies for
Brotherhood and the majority.
Trust leaders to make decisions
That bind the accused before
Their convicted. And is all for the good of the neighborhood you know and societies
Commonality. That that which we feed for all that we know
Will one day come back to
Eat us. But so say the makers with green lined pockets fair
Is what we
All allow