The Philosophy of Staying in Harness

The Philosophy of Staying in Harness
for everybody at home
last night i started out happy
natural as the morning
i should be satisfied
with that little touch a taste sensation
drawing plans of rich men’s stables
the soldier might as well complain
of bullets on the battlefield
a white lie
goes better with what i have on
they say the kool-aid man
was a golem brought to life
by the hand that drew his face into
a dew-dew-dewy day
and now the cheeks and hair and mouth
come out into their places blent
with the shadows of some corner
i’m just bursting with talk
i guess i lead him on
but i wouldn’t do it if he didn’t follow
this curse became the truth
in the form of moonlight antics
of cynical mountebanks
a craving to be taken in
by some illusion
from the world of sealed air
that endures forever
into a world of cool whip
that is permitted for a moment
you’ve got to be quick to be out-of-doors
in this pastureful of unbroken colts
trying the case by daisy judgment
eager for wave upon wave
of skinny sticklets fat with flavor
let me walk in a body decayed enough
to be useless to anatomy schools
rapidly nearing exhaustion
full of falsehoods all too late found to be false
the mortsafe after all was meant to be
a temporary device
you and i if we have a mind may see
domes and minarets of fairy fire
daisy sour cream pure & natural
so near to the simple life of the sea
doubtless without knowing it
softness that’s
really less expensive
something new you’ll love