Shallow but the kelp got the upper hand
Life on the shelf looking longer than
Talking to myself…
Under orange set, first in the house
Second hand moving ominous
Faster than pelt from the stronger hand
Perfect and well how I said I am
You know me well, that’s another man
But meaning well
Lit a couple lamps, perched by the Dell
Who hopes for some providence might get some help
Who knows who’s the God of them might serve them well
My prose wasn’t prominent
Just had to spell what’s obvious
Old post was East, no blood on it
No good teams, I’m on the bench
Summoning heat and loving it
Simple and clean
What were you born for?
Bore, dig up the lore, core
Forward, Adebayor
Yawn, sordid
I’m getting bored
Four corners
Nowhere to walk