| Hooking Aluminum Balancing stars on railing like they were Steady tin cans I pondered the alignment of stars Encased with heavy steel locks To keep the intestines from squirming On the pavement Fist over fist in sand castle demolishing spirit I let them tumble to the ground Five sharp spikes bit spite the floor A new covering in oak wood coloring Blasted immaculate daydreams that welcome back The ho-hums of the 9 to 5 I decided I hate the way that it feels Spinning sloppily in my soul Like the belly of a freshly snared sea bass |