praying almost there
Cracking whip on a sinking ship
With a slip knot for a promise.
Desultory dissolute, insistently insipid
Pass the Gethsemane olives.
The boys gathered round,
Threw their masks to the ground,
Dared the centurions to intervene.
Shutters clicked while haughty lips sipped
But ne'er a face could be seen.
Clouds rolled in from graves' dust bin
With edges that did tear.
Every will a list of bills
And all praying almost there.
Ink and paper to reveal the fakers
Swirls and whorls abound.
Damaged goods in the neighborhood
But not a finger print could be found.
Justice prevail above jail
Saturday night going down.
Black lace trumps grace
In this inhuman race
With ne'er a soul to be found.
Clouds bled ice this side o' paradise
No armor for t' wear.
Each billfold made love t' cold
And all praying almost there.
Plane the tree or let it be
The difference is not to see.
The knave, the slave
The cracked and the paved
All belong to thee.
Make your decision as you make the incision
But please kind sir solve it.
It must be quick for we're getting most sick
On this mount of olives.
Clouds left with capricious theft
That bespoke wanton care.
Forces aligned still unkind
And all praying almost there.