Bah, Handbag

Bah, Handbag

When you leave you’re some glad you came

your brain swimming for shore

through Cassio’s invisible spirit

where’s the wallet and where’s the door

where they’re cheaply sold in Mega Mart

simply going for some soft song

 sung blue by all the best caged birds

by your tossed bed in the throng

and throat throbbing above your table

honey trapped hummingbirds

hover fly far from lost children

never knowingly speak a cross word

aloud and then across but mostly down

amongst seed scattered me and your

mother smile when will you be home

for she sends never no earthly clue

but photographed soul however stiff

upon your knees open mouthed

refrain in every kind of every church

stumble out eternal forgiven but soused

while endless trafficking flows and flows

through our beautiful souls

that twitter me not and fret no more

as you stumble drunken for the door

when her kind guide vocals soft in hand

and goodness guides us back to land

begrudge her this lax leather handbag

when we both should be more than glad

to soften those different degrees of prison

that make all bright smiles dazzle so sad.