lets set the table straight
lets let the lights be right
say what you will
say that you still
pass some of that stuff
pass some of that loaf
the sun might find us inclined
to speak of the newest leafs
nothing strikes the mind
so much is a timid green finery
soon to close all gaps
and make the lines blind
sticking steps across on the floor
the wood bows and the lights they
light up the shadows with a dance
from heel to toe sweat in tow
a droit a gauche azucar get low
types of words our hips know
at the ends of each and every flower
a lament in full quality colour
the temperatures dip and the edges wilt
will they open again having their five minutes
expended and exhausted them and we wait
famous but barely having shown face
Under the shed a peculiar and particular scent wafts
Out and up with the blossoming winds in fits
Watch each nose in turn take a solid grasp
Synapse band gaps flash
How does the involuntary face twitch
Invigorated at the skunks offense
The Robin King
