Above the Ground

willing oddness
speak and want,
noisey sameness
stays the door

tilt and feint
the gilded french,
dig then yell
and spend the demand
right upgraded
cries when blown,
wasted attention
cause no one knows

dried up shame
luck too deformed
nothing but
fuzzed paper....
would dying be
obvious?

surfing the blood
on a necklace with wings
tacky yesterdays
and practical
competitions

violent summer reason
gone down to honesty
morning's half
journey, a massive stray
with tongues flung
round futures spelled
and cliffs that shook
worshipped the dirt

flayed brain gravity
using pathetic microlights,
grouped knowledge
that's rainbow incited
licking blindness
nobody expressed,
someone else's topic
walking through doors

you can hear
the trapped moments
dreaming their offenses
on the sideline
and the yellow undertow
with it's addictive sounds,
ones we can't have
above the ground