wash

hey you over there in the corner
scratching logs for a weekly fee
you there safe in your boredoms
assured of their security
then you taking shape in the evening
well adorned and sort of deceiving
and you cradled snug
with your substance needs
can you spare us your sympathy
as we make our beds with affliction
breaking bread with a choice of condition
in exchange we can offer you relevant dreams
resolution, assertion and vision

remember your throw away Tommies
grains of sand burned up their machine
like barbarous actions I've seen you parent
an acceptance of your poverty

design of the season
now warns fake martyrs - remain at sea
prophets we find in our reason
now provision our engines with steam

given up on disharmony logic
still tracing the lines of a prayer
for real live figures - alone and scared
clutching on as we climb our stairs

friends of mine
people in time
things are getting clearer
our minstrels sing of such torchlit themes
as the promises we've waited for

though philosophy appears unsober
in the jugular this wash portrays
integrity is so much stronger
in treaties it throws our way

here catch our pistils and laurels
we're casting off from ports of dismay
we cover our eyes when the glare of our thoughts
disown, reject or betray
through these eyes I have seen defined rain fall
that could fill a drying sea
not to drown acquiescence to ways and means
but to bathe our souls of the need

we're not drained of sins or temptation
but won't cling to fearful beliefs
we treasure our instincts - time will tell
if they ease the grind of our teeth
while we're mothering words of invention
sitting down to sip our tea
and fathering grand intentions
laying stake in what will be

in the silence and reaching of wisdom
Heaven sides with a bold idea
as angels of hers on example clouds
lead her children to majesty
departing their tunnels of envy
discharging their words of Amen
abandoning subjects that will offend
such as the harnesses we own as sins

friends of mine
heralds of life
hearts so dear
curiosity is no longer
the cat's demise
she is older

star eyed patrons who know the tale
tell these others who perch on your floors
in our wash we began asking room to breathe
this end we peddle is to give us hope