‘Bloody code’ on primal roads neon stores ahead..
Primal caves thought one who craves senses dreamed in bed..
Police of peace or beer and grease with a star in hand..
Got a fish eye for cartoons.. pictures of his band..
Then another.. older brother.. kept home safe and warm.. different father.. same old mother.. comforts for the storm..
Eyes surprise as blood applies.. road code same as each dad.. lies cannot hide silent cries.. blood’s blood will understand..
Primal hidden deep unbidden yet a child deploys.. innocence.. need without greed.. drum beat.. love song in joy..
Social stacks sidewalks with cracks and blind by choice of fear.. fashions living shows wind blows dress up as randy leer..
Cross the seas a money tease.. in created need..
Excuse in ruse.. where ‘tight’ means ‘loose’.. pirates bleed and feed..
Merry round the bloody.. party for the show.. love inside.. time a bride my love a rock it knows..
‘blood comes to primal.. primal to before.. things spoken in token.. carpet for the floor.. soul needs a cleaning.. each tick of the clock.. confusion around me.. soul loves as a rock.. last was fast place set a cast.. sails horizon seen.. heart remembers as it feels.. each spill each fated glean’..
To Recognize how to end lyric of a poem keeps context.. I have learned the last stanza or line of my work usually to be the best of that work.. it defines the work and keeps me from ‘artistic ramble’