SP Essence # 1

For all that slips about this life of poems
filled with joy and thank all your mission
clouded agents assigned to say grace
as a scene
forgetting it is far away and better
as a flavor years before

So let the week be the same
as you can not, not like me
never will be
of Sunday suits
and suited sailors
bunnies in the breach

raise a 2 finger jigger
go on go
figure
a path to come over
the slower for you will do

and I suggest you juice me in
deeper dark, the dim and mind
a dose of our safety, no cutting
only let in pink to move
to sweat

Thrown away, no one so
resting in a little
mouth seeing the 60's

I see legs with simile
lasts for her very first
as waking once had
need of tempering

we have little and we grab
bruise in our pockets
under certain parts and alarming
she is us after me
before

you then grew
who could be the never is
never blurring, burning
between the lines

there was last time
there is now, freshly mowed
behind my back
and fallen actors
forgetting whose small brain
made words instead

of the tool maker
large in bed
with splatters

I tell you what matters

drown those callused hands
that guided us to laughter
drink of life and hardly me.