frail

ately these nights
latestart streeting to work
all bad songs between all red nights
.
some days
frustration rages against some wall
communication too can’t see through
some wall our own wall
Even when we chime just finally
we just disagree
.
our works can grind us down
our words can rhyme us down
.
2
.
spirit suggests, speaks some, to best
try a calm trance
one where the frail can dance on treetops
embarrassed with Joy, emancipated
to Bright red birds, right atop
their deep down a well
their dark as hell
though inconsequential
jungle.
It’s free to pop on it’s treetops
So I understand