Nary a narrow
the flashing hazards
or oragami plastered,
or sort of sunami
I so delicately lather
what is the matter?
have I not got the swagger?
Giving all that the hunter can gather--
Is pretty much the crutch of what I'm after
afterall when waterfalls fall
and daughters gain from a hefty shopping haul
and laughter wrinkles eyes
showing the face of death and demise
in the wise cracking, smoke filled hacking
Life comes calling -- cackling
like static upside the face smacking
putting thoughts in place-- not slacking
considering a soul displaced
in time and in space
without the body you know
to intimately trace.