We Ball Then Bawl

We ball then bawl We rode the lone road as dears that dare each goading each's gold up devil's stairs we stare out to red herring's sea we see waves of rungs that wrung like killer bees we be tung twigs slipping his tongue he's a heel that's never healed spouts the whale and her wail but as bees spill more spiel she becoming pale kicking his pail she took pain from his window pane tears dropping the glass tiers till she reigned his clouds of rain no longer his deer poke or dear misery's won and they're back to one what's don is now done? connie pachecho 4/25/17