justice served

trials and errors
blog the stream
blistering silence
into blue watered sound
while toothbrushes sigh
signs of cynicism
watching the skies
feeding the bones
fruit salad
when scones
will never do
and the dust waits
as it always does
under ponds of loveliness
those sands of loneliness
where the graveyards flow
and the sounds correct
no punctuation
some pretense
watered by preachosity
under scopes of prose
sweet sense of time
that no body knows
and the preacher lies
on the laps of time
hoping whats learned
will be covered
and the dust will fly
what the flies will dust
and the dead will dance
the all
that sweet dream
that does not know or dance
just types the words to fit the lines
and just the right number of cans
to know better
to fill the words
that sweet dream
to spill the times

denis streeter  9/16/12