do the hokey pokey across thin mind line
one side planning death opposite living loving life
when limbo stick finally hits floor
step on over or trap door opens more
useless words said through glass wall divide
when one decides to punch ticket destination change waste of time
robo calls mostly pretend things always fine
not doing self work burns out soul sensing eyes
critical caring how best to say it
rewrite your story til dance and play fit
when gratitude missing like foreign bed fellow
we wallow in pain prison of own making hello
courage can’t bud soon enough
family trees need pruning for light to reach trunk
fumbling old keys to love’s mothballed museum
I dream of ease while kicking ass through testing season.
Day Gun
