Satellite

Scabrous manner
Nail and hammer
Thick as thieves
Tattooed sleeves

Outer bombast
Nightly telecast
Eat your inner
T.V. dinner,

Self embroiled
On lower levels.
Frayed and coiled
Thoughts disheveled.

Wear your walking canes
While pulling reins,
To half baked schemes
Of tethered dreams,

So you won’t scream
When they let go.
We got you, so
Mind your toes

Falling to affliction
And false benediction
That prompts your conscience,
Wholly. Holy Moly,

This should taste good.
Imported food
That passed inspection.
Your bold affection

Will find truth calling.
For now, quit bawling
And have some seconds.
This heart that beckons,

An orphaned satellite,
Roams an orbit stall
In twinkling neon night
Beyond a wailing wall


11/14/20