Always so much to do to be done

Pick lift carry

And each week is like hammering a nail through the hand

And every waft comes across

To cool the temper behind

Is waste lisping lurching

Old golden alchemical fleets

Ripe undone roads

Flowing through

Understanding

Physical pull of memory

Always had to keep up

Bash down doors

To stay in touch or else the trail just goes dead

She showed me real kindness

The first time

Never forget this

And their love is unconditional

Powerful over obstacles

Internal monologue never ending

Rag tag

Trip tarry

Then some always felt like an imposter

Circles spirals

How the song goes

When your cut limbless lies drawing

No growth just static crackle

Choral the church seems to glow now

What is real or unreal no longer relevant

All hands to the pump whatever that may mean

Keep it exotic  

A dumb shove a most exquisite specimen

Fat with babies hanging on the windy web

Tiger striped menace

Flick ash at it

Revere it

Run away from it

Nothing can control nature except nature

Nothing can bring cells together

Like man we had some fun along the way

Some real laughs