squint
close one eye
hold out your thumb

pour forth
your testament

the tall tales
had a fire sale, no mercy,
no shame, and nothing
left behind

all arguments
appear tame
beside the symphony

don’t the worthy feelings
just walk away
don’t the reason you just paid for
come anyway
park your quiet ass
in direct line of sun
wait for patterns that when written,
will come

i fought through the moment
and another one came

there they were
lined up again

for i,
in my cushion, distressed
champion of uneasy rest

born to be wild
there was no option
there was no other thing to say