Time two tongue springs all sprung parades for Archie Starch.. during certain times of year was known as ‘Candy Arch’..
Grounds kept most immaculate as world of mothers weep.. false is mounting pile of trash..
Lord so bloody deep..
Whirlwind.. boy and girl spin in romantic dreams so staged.. story from real folk before.. to repeat in rage.. as a puppet.. as a robot.. innocent the child.. who never sees the string that turns him robot.. steals his wild..
Given in the livin’ taken to young social ways.. heart and mind love feeling kind.. each thought acts newest plays..
Lamplit as folks squander it pits conjured from afar.. your home.. your head.. another deadly.. drive ‘that special car’..
Keep your head low young son.. old soldier hear me well.. The Ides of March as ‘Candy Arch’ with his seductive spell..
Enjoys reaction from endemic to pandemic said.. his time when crimes open dream nightmares in your very head..
Take heed in thought and deed in quiet read true sign on the trail.. hold quiet for a little while.. ‘no venture makes no fail’..
Some things have no answer.. no truth.. no given sum.. as Archie Starch makes his mark.. blind.. deaf.. senseless.. dumb..
‘it is rare pleasure to have no afterthought to poem’..