My towering sky

To behold in the lens

Of my eye

Down to the nerve

And into the brain

The towering pink

Has lit up my mind

I didn’t speak much

But what I said I meant

When the words strayed off

Inconvenient

Timing and demeanor

But my wrapped up jaw

Will say no more

Unless the words can paint

A beautiful canvas

Sueded shoes

Under the fine pressed linen

Tablecloths

Deals are made

Humanity is lost

What is to be gained

From these grained shoes

From a man neither conscious

Or with a clue