damn that cranky…


Mornin’… I’m not so crazy about the Poetry prompt today so I’ll prompt myself, which means… as usual, I have no idea what the hell will happen here in the next few.  And trust me, something will.

Like this…

 

the crank will wind you up all tight

a ball of impatience in histories lies

 

tuffs of fearful stink wrapped in 

self incriminating barbed wire

 

makes the roll around of it vicious

against the tender heart desire

 

the call to ridiculous means shit

the cranks wind is tightly barbed

 

It goes for all vulnerable surfaces

the mind is way past engagement

 

It started the whole thing after all

cause that’s what it does in the lowland

 

the crawl up and out to higher ground

pushes the roll and stink of it downhill

 

the smell of fresh and blue sky

sunny up the burn away of dis-ease

 

the reach isn’t all that far it never was

the crank can’t stand the goodness

 

so smother yourself in all that Light

get to that mountain top and roll

 

barbed wire was never really your color

and histories has lied to you every day

 

It’s damn nice out there right now

if you’re gonna ball up and roll

 

Be the Sun

 

 

 

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