Bucket

I have burned the church yard down danced on every hot red mound and dug out wells with pales of red and to the children gave stoned bread. I watched the sea swell with delight Gave hope to those with endless night I grieve by every paupers grave like lovers tears for the newly saved. I have sold off squares of skies to melt off in poisoned pies. I have squander endless gold from rich men's purse where I've cajoled And I will drink my whiskey straight and make a list of what I hate. I will jump off areoplanes crashing through cathedral panes And I will topple endless trees upset the nest of surly bees. And if you don't contain my spill keep your promise in good will For I am simply lost at sea waiting that you come for me. For I am simply biding time waiting for that love of mine.* sahn 9/9/2014