Life is strange
Says the stranger
Sitting there, dapper Dan,
Like a bald-headed ranger.
Not the over the hill knight
Born to give demons a fright,
But the fake camo with a fractured sternum
Who can’t even stand horses
Says it takes too much to turn ’em.
That’s the man that addresses me
Love on his lips like soliloquies
Speaking for himself
And expecting love in my eyes
As he downs his fries.
What a strange world I say,
In response to his hedonism
Of Love, of God, of nobility,
All traded in for fragility.
In a three-corner box
With conversations carried by air,
His fleshy inner-hand,
Made for paper-cuts,
Gestures in pride.
Oh, how he’d punch and claw
If a man tried him, no draw!
Pity the fool
He’s never known
What it is to bask and roam
In sunlight
Moonlight
Wind and Stars
Of tall, tall trees
And broken bars.
Stand tall, old man, it’s not too late,
Look beyond your dinner plate.
Fear has long controlled your every move,
But fear now the fear
And see how life improves.
Allyson Faith
