So many ways to inhale the
nostalgic breath of a time when
allergies did not excuse reason for
titling the nose higher than one’s face
Alas, do remember when just F.D.R. stood
for something other than a mistake uttered
hastefully
Crisp, linens so elegantly laid
protecting the blue blood from
trying to show
Care do I not that you fail to comprehend
my dialect save speech pattern
dependent on the part of town you derive
Yet, the hermit finds solace in the
breath of the air he commands
Necessary is the raincoat that meets
the suncoat that keeps bland the royal skin
And that head pointed towards greatness
is undeniably seen and felt immediately
So many ways to inhale
As if to say to exhale
Frees life
Present but vacant are the emotions
of giving as if you need an excuse
Blissful acts of boasting overcomes all
And the epitome of everything subservient
Envies
You
Around and around you go
And where you stop is excusable to show
Will the ocean make it known
when it will spill over and linger
forcing higher refuge into the sky
Denying what lies on the lower end
to touch your angelic garment
