I want those

Right in the window

On the corner of no return

I want to bring them home

Muscle shirts outgrown

Can I get those gains

On these arms

Don’t be alarmed

When I walk in

With astronomical arms

I lived on a careful boat

In the middle of the ocean

Where the waves fall

With a fluid motion

I remember those days

Living on a boat

Way out far away

Up late

And sleep during the day

Take me to my literary

Take me to the library

Quiet life

With books abounding around me

The smell of the press

In my lungs

Deep in my soul

I’ll make my bookish turn

If books are still here

When I grow old

My work desk

A kitchen table

A desk

A side bar

A coffee table

Day to day

Each different in it’s

Own way

For every emotion

A penny

Every feeling a dime

Every thought

A dollar

Could this solve

Theft and crime

For hope and dignity

Prosperity

We must grow as individuals

Before we know what

The dividend will pay

Congress organizes for royalty

Slowly

Uniformity

What if we could arrange

Our own destiny

In the hands of the many

In the words of a century old

Penny

Wealth jacket

A fine look

Even without context

Or a hook

Standing out in a crowd

Subway bound

In a roundabout

I saw the girl across the platform

In his uniform

Morning looks

Can be beautiful

An even beg

On an odd day

Walk fast

Try to stay away

Politely move

Directive stray

Or hold empathy

And give away