Stray

Down beat down trodden

Given away under fingers of death

Burns of faint reckoning above those forgotten

Pass all that and let it go

Stray dog loose putting on a show

All these letters are just piss on a vine

Numbers never do justice to the sublime

Fixations and relations shaking foundations

Salt in the dish of regulation

Show high, sly low, window fly, Sky glows

Across the middle where the grass grows

Who are you? What am I?

Never said that did I?

Yes all the time

Stray dog loose pissing on the vine………….

FTBAS 2.17.15