The top floor

With fancy feet

And a bit of stink

A smiler

A smoky couple

An Arab

And a hound

All to see me

Wash and fold

It was it was

A nice curtain

Pulled to hide

All the corn

Needing shucked

Nobody else

Was riding bikes

So I’m no demi-god

The opine overcoat

Cicada robes

And skipping down hills

All lick the lips of legacy

To the real

Like naming a son

After his life

When all of the evidence sings

And olives announce

The notes of the fruit

In the cakes and wins

A puddle

Is a spoiling

Left for Owen’s jump

A boy lot

A miracle

Led to living bread

Hospitable

And on, to the center of truly true

And on, to the image of me

And on, to the plight of my team

And on, to the umpire’s release

Monday bakes

Is a yearning

Sabbath’s eager glee

A knowing

Recognizes

A soul’s melody

Hospitable

And on, to the hue of the moment

And on, to the leaflet in the stream

And on, to the nurture of the wee one

And on, to the rancher’s decree

I’m rattled

Beak raised in the mornin’

Head lifted to Provision

Sure of the direction

Knowing sustenance is coming

Tomorrow at 8am

I’ll be a baby for that

You don’t want to hear from my victims

Let’s move along now

Let’s move along

Rain on a tin roof means rain

Tap a tap tap

Let’s move along now

Let’s move along

Cause the figure was made

That figure in the dark

Was seen in just enough detail

Let’s move along now

Let’s move along

Cause that print in the yard

Matches these shoes I’m wearing

Matches the bruise I’m hiding

Matches the story completely

Let’s move along now

Let’s move along

All I’m saying quite frankly

Is there’s a long line of liability

And a fine pint of fingers

Pointin’ at me

You don’t want to hear none of ’em sing

Let’s move along now

Let’s move along

It got through him

Yay

There’s enough good there

That the occasional spoil

Didn’t tear or spread

The wave to wave

Of serendipity

Still spin grace

You hose down red

Like a surety

It’s not pouty

Is it

There’s a vixen

Battening down

The hatches

Lest prudence

Is maligned

You drape

With calculated

Escape

And ready

The red

I wanna see

So make me blind

Break my stand

To be mesmerized

Hollow my wall

And fall the glare

Of yearning

And reaching

Years-trained

Fascination

There’s nothing

To see here

Save beauty

And strength

Yet years

Of vetting

Prove it can’t be

A sight to behold

From a vagabond boy

Who breathes in

And breathes out

Too much too much

Bleak and frozen

In the mud and gravel

I wanna see

I wanna see

I wanna see

So make me blind

What God

Is piqued

As avoidance

Is rising

What is at risk

For blessing

For the ascetics

I know

Are like

Circling saints

Sure of gold

Without pleasure

Yet in a taste

Of boredom

Not wasted

I believe

Embattled

And raw

You’ll stroll through

With whimsy

On my side

And glee

Splattered

And dancing

Will be

Nearly nearly

Near

Even when

It all

Really really

Isn’t shiny

Framed rewards

There is still

Reward

And we can’t

Ignore

The Giver

You’re walking along

And glass shatters

Inside of you

And you knew

For some time

That it was coming

Cause 3 months

Of near death

Is a certain

And powerful

Foreshadowing

And it makes

Me wonder

How many near-dead

Thought to say

You’re one of us

Or how many

Far from dead

Saw my decay

Yet didn’t

Care enough

To say

Or even

Make a prediction

Or a bet