laying it on a
bit thick-

hoping something
sticks,

though it just
runs off

into eavestrough with
old leaves

and other
grit.

music of soul
risen

from
underbelly

of sea down
in me–

or deep within
you?

hear life in each
breath..

waves blown soft
and blue.

shoving road blocks
with no
luck,

trying to round them
gets me
stuck,

then in a manner,
far less
rude,

i simply ask road
blocks to
move.

walked to
walk,

but talked to
be heard,

and
maybe
misunderstood?

paced to
pace

around a back
yard,

until the sun
felt good

upon my skin,
and well within.

train’s
a comin’,

i straddle the
tracks,

dare look away?
a tree a
bird

a helpful
word?

best not turn
my back?

based on what
circus pays,

staff barely make
rent-

since when is getting by
on peanuts

enough food for
elephants?