She Acts Like a Tourist

Good Friday poem..Squeezing hearts into Banana Pie Glide,glide through the shackles and your nightmares Who promises a promiser All that is an art of compromise, is a sorry wine Liquid pearl mask of possession A heart which gives life,and another takes it away Laughing at all the waste and then our streets Nothing left to do but tease the fans with lion roars and hopeful ladies in hot pants There is always more pieces of a puzzle A heart that shares seeds many others To share a chorus but keep it honest And the wind will be fair And devoid of your instinctive trouble