...underworked...

hymnal count against the wall
strange people glide like ocean
the braggarts reverberate
but never collapse

like forgotten hoovervilles the swell flows
watering down dreams already made of nightmarishly small victories
numbing accounts of no one singing at all
golden hands tossing rotten crumbs

this margin is a giant with godawful eyesight
lumbering like a noose jerks
a press ground band aid answer
after bumbling question seeps

along a line there is no fortune
no switch back to real
a sweet storm blowing out the candles
last chance dealt a losing hand

-arf 06