30 april

pulling up the dark
and i'm sure i've written
that line before
unwinding pure and simple
the wrinkles in the hourglass
the swiftly tilting landscape
the rake that makes the undertow
the garden grow and all the kings
men while all the eggs
ache for breakfast to come
at last to champion
the middle class
to stop the film from trending
romantic to light
the candle that rhymes in time
with all the verses set on rewind
while the audience pages to next