#807 - head too full and heart too high

 

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807

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head too full and heart too high

 

that was always my problem

 

garden spilling

tail up

 

I made through the breakers

for America

when they let me off of the lead

 

before that though

billows of shanty

cheroots and spiced rum

 

dance the merry-go

shield eyes

 

would I?

who would know?

 

here’s the maying

thus the way

 

constantly reshape a self

from almost the same material

 

bird falls

and leafings through

 

I  woke the alarm

broke out in a quandary

 

anyone could go just then

 

it was for looking up at the sky

I was first called to the headmistress’ office

or at least that was my later excuse

others must have looked up too

 

the Wright Brothers and some German chap

 

goanna up an ag pipe

 

had to be hanged on a peg

I was the pigeon, knock kneed

 

the whole day chased without a name

one with the grin and bear

brought the old message back

not known at any address

 

I was the sticking out nail

were to bash me down

 

treetops tell too

the day gets on with me

 

too far in the words

to go back