out of sight
out of sound
you can never be found
but we keep on looking
with one ear to the ground

out of time
out of mind
all your thoughts intertwine
on the backend
of a manic timeline

with your hands
in a dance
you remember romance
ragged corduroy
hair all askance

at your behest
I'll do my best
to flounder
after all
you're the one that found her

you are a stranger
a stranger in the sand
hateful arranger
of the infintely bland

with your legs
underneath
you request and bequeath

on your throne
by the heath
you scrawl decrees and briefs
impotent monarch
in the throes of her grief

on the roof
underground
you can never be found




like a monarch
or a guilt-ridden thief
or delusional chief

who is armed to the teeth
who's been kicked in the teeth
who has lost all her teeth




I want proof
of your word
in ink or in blood

on the wise side
you divide time
between us

at the request
of the chief
you have given relief
you delight
in your gracious respite