it’s a rich man’s world
worshipping dead old white men.
not presidential.
mind over natter
the fears over years
shadows from a nervous mind.
when worry bites man.
loving arms
slow fall into grace.
caught by the arms of temp’rance.
soft the hands of love.
eye beard
on gray like today
the sky tumbles from heaven.
god’s beard in my eye.
mindset
my lungs cannot drink
and my stomach cannot feel.
the mind does it all.
tip the man
slowly the worm turns
as night tips his hat to day.
the world makes us pay.