Remember wing

Of the western end

Waking up in the morning

Already ahead

A new morning

A new day

Hold the phone

Hold the plate

Concessions made

Point given

Hands held up

Questions risen

Into the evening

Interrogations

Making false claims

Of the words

For a sensation

The story of the biggest story

Larger than the eyes can see

Longer than the mind can imagine

Between the dreams

And the dragons

Where the boys turn into me

When the words slip into letters

Back then

An idea of what is coming

Might be left from the stories

Of what was already written

We just haven’t read

Split the patches in two

One over there for me

One for you

We divide we conquer

Is that the proper purpose

Of this day

And this hour

Lighter respect

I would suspect

Is needed to protect

Against the harshest

Words

Accusations

Lazy intuitions

More actions

Proactive

Than reactive

In that respect

I hope not one but many

Can detect

What do I wear to a trade war

Should I examine the tag

Before I leave the house

Who called the final shot

A squeaky mouse

No rhyme

No reason

Just that time of season

What contends

Such a miserable means

To miserable ends

The numbers rejected

The offer unaccepted

A time for wins

But mostly losses

Time to answer

To the angry bosses

Bring it, home daddy,

Calls the crowd

They don’t think anymore

They just talk out loud

No reason to wait

Or think twice

Why be cordial

Why be nice

Thorny issues shoved in

Each others side

Doesn’t make it wrong

Sure as hell

Doesn’t make it right

Must I own this

Memory

Can it travel with me

Into eternity

A cup of coffee so prepared

And thoughtful

Can always transcend

What is awful