Yonder Come Day

A morning set up to freedom, wiping up spilled water with a pocketed full of napkins.

DNA setup to fail at projecting an outfit of worthiness to an empty the bank account begging for redemption song

Shame on who the one

Picking up the check with Dusty quarters found center dash left in my car, the road runner to that freedom

Pretending to seek something other than the mission put in my cellular makeup and noteworthy had there been proper grooming

Violations to the piggy bank, clutched in little bunny’s arms everytime a dollar was spoken and kids met with angry mama

Mouths to feed, no heart included.

Visions almost manifest had it not be the doubt settling wicked between the temples and no pep talk to smooth it over

a lotto ticket to get to the end with a happy forming all reason to continue existence.