Lay Lines
A long path alone,
untrodden,
as,
you presume,
like so many others.
Likelyhoods are certainties, you conclude.
Breathe the same air or what!
Steady Tyger!
Who rattled your cage, Pal?
People,
just people.
People like you with
splendid agendas,
like mine,
hidden treasure,
an encrypted chart,
a musty cave,
six big,
red daisies,
bad music,
comfy
wrecking ball.
Twenty-Four
Seven
Heaven
Grimbeau 