Satellite

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

Perched on the upper shelf.
Wear walking canes,
And pull appalling reigns
To tethered dreams,

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

Falling to affliction
And feral 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,
Roams an orbit stall
In twinkling night,
Beyond the wailing wall.

11/14/20