So(U)Led So

fleetless

nervous scraping a scaffholding
escapades building governed shades
shaping
do-gooders
ballanced free runners
trained to talk balls or shoot them into goals
those fools that listen to the foals
those hoes who shoot their pins and everythings

these things we thread
and sometimes we shed them as se-crets
creeping around and do we commence

'act like a man' someone said
but look round
no-ones there

take cover,
there - a building site and you run right under it
kicking your way to the centre
the
centre of attention

you wit spelt
'wait wait'

weighing the less fortunate
tuned in to
significance

hand=g on a pole, to the crane is the coal - fall down, and the coal you'll see down the ground
present spirit
tipid tipid

can you
even see its sense
does it even have any sense
do all the ingredients face upto natural ingredients
is the recipe a delerium
all of nothing
hit the podium
a sour band played spice
at the stadium

'act like a man' someone said
but look round
no-ones there

you keep building your nest
never letting the body rest
or wet like a lettuce
always:
your dry humour pastes a homous
and builds a mould
and the house you're under never sold
because the person of you were involved

all of those secrets of your soul were never to be kept in control