Old Daze New Phase

Head in the clouds since a face to the ground

Is a base full of frowns filled with dread for the loud

A rusty shed full of crowns engraved with nouns

Shrouds the let-down-clowns bound to false histories

Delegating misery as a first place prize

Relegating mysteries to baseline cries

Tracing sentences before the ink can dry

Think and try

Blink and cry

Wink when the why commands, “Sink or die”

Or shrink and hide on the brink of discovery

A link that flies in the face of husbandry

A fink that fries regardless of the summary

In yards with glass shards under weather that is thundery

A mask full of eyes with a flask filled with tears

Ushers the enterprise cast to blast off for a new year


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