clouds to the right side
winding down a bottomless
cup of something
will wake me up
around the broken table
dancing with a racing mind
written a lot still inconclusive
evidently too much sugar
this time of night
brush stuck in hair knotted
at the ends don’t justify the means
to a sea serpent sailor
under a nail down a toe or two
to a two by four
hours contemplating some end
when a life incomplete
stagnating unsuccessfully
perfecting an original copy of
what may be to come closer still
not revealing the source of power
lies beneath wires where the squirrels run
at ridiculous speeds and avoiding
currents coming from both sides
and all around
won’t reach the ground anytime soon
high noon is the time
the watchtower bell
not tolling for anyone specifically
who is ready for the bomb to drop
can’t stop won’t stop
destination unknown no direction home
not intended to swing to any beat created
to crazy the neck for two hours
watching the jester sing
flowers in bottles for no good reason
shall be left in the wicker bowl
by the door not assure as some
arriving by bike and even semi
truck money swing
another lonely epitaph
on a stone with nothing below…
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