Satellite

Scabrous manner.
Nail and hammer.
Thick as thieves.
Inner sleeves.
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Outer bombast.
Nightly telecast.
T.V. dinner.
Eat your inner self.

Perched on the upper shelf.
Wear walking canes,
While pulling reigns
to tethered dreams,

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

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

This feels good,
A fine grained wood
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
Roaming an orbit stall
in twinkly night
Beyond the wailing wall.


11/14/20