Funny, You Never Looked Like Trouble

Never has a glass been broken,

Or a promise gone unspoken.

I’d claim heather was the means that you’d use to nail termites,

But in hindsight,That method’s not proved.

To lay ley-lines,

upon a fine mind,

To great impressions of a leisure that’s loose.

Finders keep greater measurements of telegraphed news,

And all that sweeps is the flee to the streets.

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Roping two together bounds both unfit,

To claim an independent debt to resist.

And plying lines to find the pieces stored in time’s imbalanced,

Both structural and divine.

As rating dates,

relays self-hate,

Upon a calendar ear-marked for debate.

To time the distance speed sped up my life has fractions way off line,

Now we’re trailing off to somewhere sublime

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Candy-coated visions lets me plot how the clot thickens,

While the rock that you destroyed’s hit the void.

We’ll let chaos be the force you can source when you’re in bother,

But never bother to upset the herd.

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The day beckons,

it’s our lesson,

To put the precious thoughts to one side,

And I reckon,

if you listen,

You’ll hear the screams of a safe future denied.