Good evening
I write for a living
Or describe and think
With a visionary zeal
And talk
God I can talk
With nuance and structure
Jack Parlance
With aural posturing
If I go up
I'm good
If I go down
I'm shot like a duck
On the wing in a living room
My mates cascading before me
Clay and pigeon
And if I don't know what to say
Then I make it up
With a tangibility of possible
So the listener is perturbed
By the soothing artefacts
Of war and fortune
If we go up
We live free
If we go down
Then it's a life of solitude
And incense
Of puppies and wifey
How good could that be
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