In denial lays the working horse who fails to heave the hay

Undying is the powder room where sullen mistress stays

And yet the calling mockingbird

amongst the cornfield plays

with blueberry mullberry huckleberry bushes

legs of reason splayed.

Bleeding out into a jar are remenants of who we are

and as the crooked etching scar

becomes the etching crooked star

The vital muscle pumps the streams

of fountain youth in paper reams

whilst stitches bursting at the seams

stay shut for one eve more.

And tis always in the evening hours

later as they grow

the darkening sky is now the mind

of daydream afterglows

And as the bothersome gnat unfolds the curtains to the show

the queen remains the jester

whilst the king reaps what he sows.