I lock you in an American colonial that is part God-fearing,

part insomnia, a cul-de-sac of hijacked aspiration.

I lock you in a quatrain that is two-part harmony, two-

part wishbone to remove from a chicken and fight over

 

Part insomnia, a cul-de-sac of hijacked aspiration

I deliver you from Amazon Prime

a wishbone to remove from a chicken and fight over,

Lock your evil mower, there are unmasked children in the yard

 

I deliver you from Amazon Prime

both a planter for seeds and voyeur of trees,

Lock your evil mower, there are unmasked children in the yard

(circle walks his rhetoric another chardonnay)

 

Both a planter for seeds and voyeur of trees,

As the planter, you raise schools of petals in a broom closet

(circle walks his rhetoric another chardonnay)

As voyeur, that soon we may touch, love, explain

 

Planter, you raise schools of petals in a broom closet

locked in belief that anything is possible,

Voyeur, that soon we may touch, love, explain

enough to come home to roost

 

Locked in belief that anything is possible

you dream up your Malaysian get-a-way,

It is not enough to come home to roost,

It is not enough to love art, you must live it