wading to dye

i seemed to make mistakes
all day liquid courage erased
the glass bottles bottom
captured the sun finally it
was over i was done

sleepy time came crept
a fat rat sipping milk
from the teat of a cat
boring poems for lousy
me trust in few it's free

never do you hear that
well once or twice not
this morning and not
last night the moon is
giant always the same
size somehow someway
it breaks the skies plain

i respect all dialect talk how
you speak and walk with
your feet hot on the pavement
the street has lines much
like blinds get off get on

everyone is gone you are
here all alone structure and
order are for choice noise
blatant bantering mostly
fighting and dyeing happening
now it will never stop no matter
how much they camouflaged it