Come in and become

Written by: Jimmi Canada

The man who made his meddle outta' sand
came to my hand, 
and I kept on begging for a chant

from god
the angels 
or even the damned 

This locust creeped'
into that big house by the street
into the cracks
that leaked out the meek

Caused my tree's there little leafs
And my cats their skis

I have no proof to see
but it really happened to me

That one day at the Peet's
that one hour of peace
-the crease in the page had folded awesomely, 
at the perfect degree

The sun sparkling
my eye's dozily-
crosses into the rolling scheme
and then I become the poetry

Lust gets forgotten
power emasculated
hours infatuated

Sourcrout steak being heated to the core

Girls go out the door

Begging in pours

Become seated on the porch

Sipping tea and eating dessert

Never having to flirt

Always having a turn

Oh yes

Come in and become the stress

Come into the best

And then take home your vest