Sundry Commands

Sundry Commands

Bring your toys, play with boats and rings,
Bright strings of angels float about cool things.
Wake up the sloth in your bonnet; red ribbons
Tied to the anchor of drowning load the harbor.
Quiet the noise in your brain, solace your neighbor.

String your tunes onto the backs of commands.
You have known steady loons to break in memory.
Wake up in a drawing room filled with letters.
Take responsibility for your own doings.
Make apples turn brown in crusty weather.

Do all in gentle rain that keeps the flow.
Make haste to relinquish the death handle.
Your parents had steel spines and fevered brains
Yet their hearts kept time with the astral drum.
Squelch the noise in your ear and fly over scum.

Sing songs that spill rivers in the minds of harps.
Don’t break the momentum of falling leaves.
The floor of each heart is scattered with regrets.
Go dumb in the face of disingenuity.
Bring a noisy lantern that scrubs flaccid wine.

Sing more songs, compose poetry for the ages.
Copy the style but not the brunt of sages.
Each balloon that pops drops a bird.
Make each crisis sing with loud abandon
That the noise in your brain flee to the outskirts.