Along a winding path
Paved sun-glazed cement
Baked with a hazy grey sealant
With summer shoes
Raking the rocks
Along the freckled
Grass
Sunscreen scented fragrances
Illuminating hiatus
Under the strung out
Santa Monica Sun
Liquid snakes
In the deep grass
Beyond the light
And just past
Where the shadows
Fall
From the tall pines
Near the woods
Nearly all the time
A fence runs along
The seems of a property
Judicious in its connecting pieces
Separating the easements
All fences have the imperfection
Of construction
And deterioration
A fence from the ground
To the sky
The coordinated volcano
Knows when to blow the steam
When to burn the smoke
When to break at the seems
It can shut its leaks
And wait for the weak
When the coordinated volcano
Blows
Nasty conscience
In an empty space
Leave out the words
That gets forgotten
Just in case
Reign size
Is all a matter of perspective
If it does not affect me
Why should I be reflective
On a reign that is less of me
But highly offensive
Top holiday
Before the others
Has now been forgotten
As the stream flows
Faster for the
End of the line
Rigid umbrellas
Lie by the open door
As the rain sweeps in
From the city streets
We sit just in
Cold nights ascend
On New York City
Again
A merciful fool
Can be an instrumental tool
New to the frenzy
Yet slow to anger
What he is sensing
Me a fool
But merciful I hope to be
I signed the sheets
Up in heat
Don’t wait for the results
I already lost
What I gained
I played the game
One lame man I am
These departure forms
Are on
