I love my land here
My sky and my seasons
It has been all lent to me
I like the dusty roads
I scorn the gossip
And none look down on this
The world thrives on games
I see you walk away
beautiful strides
each one exchanging legs
nice goodbyes
Each one soft but clear
I love the square blocks
They erect here and there
To decorate these streets
Head high and some companion
A subtle sensual quiver in the hips when you step
A dozen secrets and teaspoon of narcissim
thighs bounce, throw nets forcing dream
glances pulling eyes in
Then you pull all it all out
It all sits there breathless kicking
ha what's in the modern man's chest anyway
half his ego no doubt
But I love my local park
And the slow walking unthinking locals
That think im all pomp and pretension
bluster and smug vanity
That's all fair
I see you walking away
God made you even
I'd make you odd
I'm not human
just shaped like that
ambling across the same paths
wearing down the last footprints
The secrets I have, would bore you to death
the ones you have, would glow on the tongue
But mine speak to the big old mountains
who look down on us all
Who throw storms down this summer
the ones you wisely walk away from
Afraid to get wet and blown away
the thunder touching fear
Its all bravado
like the overgrown dimwits
smashing weights in the gym
performing for you whenever you swing on in
machine like hips
pretty grit
Unavailable swagger
taunt like gaze
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