Warehouse

Warehouse

Faith in you like a counterweight

Unknown deeds piled up like deposits in a bank

Measures for someone else my acts are placed in cobwebbed corners

In boxes and storage of the sums of what I will do anyway

Whether you exist or not I will be stacking blocks

Of days and nights and though they might seem nothing more

Than cubes on brackets I hope one day you will want to

Open the captive containers of papers and folders ink on covers

And color in the borders of rules followed and Sundays hallowed

Out to remain here as a man wanting and knowing

That some things did not need to be, but were

Disappointments formed and stormed off into a memory of an army

With bloodied lips and wrinkled cheeks and yet still we meet

Here in this ware house of moving and unpacking for the mapping

Of where we both want to go off from here with a push broom

And a fork lift and wait done and over with to find the code

The letters and numbers of all the directions told out like a final

Pirate run to un-sand with hands scurrying like turtle flippers

Shoveling the time caked on top of buried treasures

In two shells uncover everything in paper back skin read and

Let the other in for days are gone and the line is here of

Wanting more in one sentence than every point before here

Running with out abandon, knowing now is finally now