Restless

Restless, I walked to the shore
And picked a place of peace
I found no relief in satin sheets
Or the bedcrumbs of police

A sovereign god raised up an arm
And gave me clever hands
With these I molded irate pleas
For an interurban band

Call me stately, lately don't
I follow, not forsee
Bled of all my backwards ropes
Untangled from truancy

Peas in a pod may laugh and trod
On morals mighty or weak
Plastered in poems of holy unknowns
I'm whispered on slogan-filled streets