when terror whispered endearments in your subtle hearing.
how lyrics fell from the torn tongue.
is this the music that calls on you to perform?
adjust your frame of so called reference,
and allow the immune system a day in court.

subsequent investigations
dangle from cartilage past its prime,
and even the worst impulses
can genuflect on cue.

there will come a morning
so some attest
when the reckoning
will ask for your hand.
i'm sure i will give it my left.

the dazed maintenance crew
forgot where their cleaning products went.
i saw them running through the streets of plenty,
they were trying to make something worthy
in time.

when the lopsided waters finally even out,
when the broke piano won't renege,
it'll be the hour of
no more acrimony
just you wait and see
anything your clouded eyes will allow
you to
decipher.

hello,
did you come here to survive?
they have a well stocked bar
made of wood
and there is a fire
in the
heart.

i know you're sick of always coming in last,
but hell,
the firsters all came down with something
viciously uncanny,
and the attending physicians
all used to be
a bit more
cordial,
but then the weather got cold,
and the speech patterns got compromised.

take it as it may,
take it if it comes,
i got a door that lights up when
you butt your head on it.

sometimes,
after the giant reptile has come and
eaten more than he needs to,
there is a magnificent
quiet
wherever you turn,
and right now
i turn my so called good side
toward the light
you keep on
in your eyes
to help us all
see you
in  the
unruly
new
dawn.

if i mispronounce your next 4 steps,
don't get mad.
i'm a slow learner.
it's the 5th step
that's the killer.

scott
florence,oregon
12/1/2010

Scott Wannberg by Sheree Rose