Self-Employed
Star-dash cars now zip along the street,
Winking into town,
Awerving like party-colored leaves
Surfing the wind.
Everyone's going going going SOMEwhere!
Gone. Here? Yes!
Straight to the top!
Another perfect day
For another perfect dollar!
Mine! I have nade it!
Now send up flowers
And sky-hearted piano players!
I want clouds to break,
And stars to take,
With craft ever true up-soaring!
Sky, sun, time----won!
Won for the President
Of company ME!
Am I too bold, too free, too loud?
Just wait till I'm more proud!
No, I can't be quiet.
Love, come now, with me, all night!
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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