Changes carved in other changes
Pattern forms then rearranges
I blanked out within the recess
Wore the day in several pieces
Only as the twig was snapping
Did I twitch awake from napping
Noticing a shadowed outline
There in front of the wind white capping
Late day breeze brings something stranger
Stay joking to cheat the danger
When the heat gets caught git in anger
Woah, the wind won’t die
What have you brought me here?
Pidgeon morning learn to suck beer
All folded in coast is crisp
And a shoelace makes a last wish
Ditch witch a britched young lass
So say at the sick bridge pass
I showed myself to them
As they showed me such a wicked grin