it’s a shame, really, the way we drop words
like loose change
and collect dust
with frenetic fear
(oh what a paradox and OH,
i’m just one pair of eyes)
& i’m not saying i’ve found the cure
for the sensible life
but geeze
i’d rather burn out bright
and wear my best shoes
through brambled fields
than save my silly pennies and
best hair days
for a whistle and a
sunny spell.