tender your resignation, dear sir.
you are a bold and distant baron of the once-forgotten.
your mind eclipses itself with itself as it pours out its contents
amid callousing hearts,
worn as watch-wearing wrists falling apart.

arms up.
hands off.

drifting past an endless ocean breeze, you shiver.
and through the shivering you see a calm upon the waves.
now laughing at their caps all sideways.
oh my little one.
oh my joy.
to be speaking to a myriad landscape facing tides of sand blown by the wind.

and now upon a sidewalk,
strolling past the shops all boarded up.
gates to nothing at all.
short orders.
your number is called.

cover up your eyes and run blindly to the center of town.  take control of the square with your shouts of pure indignity regarding all matters.  it is somehow in your nature to be bold and veracious.  and so you are.  and so you will continue to be.  and so dance beneath a burned out street lamp.  and so sing into a sewer drain.  and so giggle at the passersby in their sportcoats; in their long, flowing dresses; in their favorite hairstyles; in their flowery scents. speak to them as if they were children. ask where they are going. laugh when they claim their right to privacy.  

as if it weren’t like you to do so…

it, at times, progresses like a melody in your head. your mind stomps and sways about with the rhythm therein. a symphony arises out of the deep recesses of your being and begs to reverberate from your vocal chords. and so you sing. and so it is sung.