You, wayward highwayman of mine
Go where you will
Go where you wouldn’t
I have already found you
Hidden from their eyes
Yet blazing
Screaming through the Skies
Ought I bake a cake with this
One I whip up on the fly
A pretty thing to be consumed
Ultimately?
Do I don the corduroy
Deep thinking, feigned or actual
With elbows patched so scholarly
Egotistically!
Shall I sit alone with this
As ancient wisdom would advise
Perhaps eternally, but seek
Tranquility.
Or will I simply walk with you
In sweet-smart cameraderie
Joining hands from East to West
Intimately….
Spill it, the sugar
Suffer you, the consequnce
Chasing after me
Unthaw me
Shroud and shield me if you must
Reign over, rain on
Strike me sober
I can’t care, if that’s your way
All you do, I know it’s true!
Will ultimately unthaw me
Greek goddess in me
All of her fire and color
You will bow to these
Nothing more than a thief
Uncommon, fine
But a thief, nonetheless
Who has stolen me
Only we’ll ever know
A pompous, polished bandera
Hand-woven in top-quality, one hundred percent Grade AA American lies
Little stars at the center, numbed
With trumpet-fare, staked, time and again
Atop your own mountain
Look with me
Far enough up
Forgive the atmosphere, layered
Its pain, its shame
See with me
Filterless skies
Redeem them, though unasked
Their Gossamer egos, thin skin
Never, during his entire mad, unmanaged spree
Could he see, though he claimed to look
Could he understand, though he claimed to know
Could he love, though he claimed a heart
I, then, left cut, scattered, chasing, winded
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