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

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