the lanyards of time

 

the lanyards of time

wrestling with the lanyards of time

such a tangled tangled to and fro

from the nest falls i’m  i’m    free 

and however lost i have to go 

on footloose laces untied

turning scuffed on knees

and wounded pride

longing to please

indurate the bruises 

the scarlet green

all the refuses

of them unseen

down dark’s one way street

hail fellow so to meet

trust in greet

smashes you in the face

again and again

a sunbeam of lace

has turned to pouring rain

where manic pals hunt in a pack

to circle the pain

time to hit back

at life’s brick wall

to kick and kick

to sod them all

to fist and fist

and bloody fist

to gasp at a pause

that it has come to this

looking back 

not from the mountain tops

but deep within a well

where a bucket drops

from a hand so fair

looking down with eyes only for you

with golden hair

a smile you forgot you ever knew

form a sky so fair

blinded by that light

the world recedes from view 

the end of anger’s everlasting night

of angst pulling on pail’s pallid rope

a hand takes a hand to the promised land 

what could never be always ends in hope 

in nest building atop of the highest tree

who would ever have predicted this of me