Fences of Pales - Shannon Wright

This drone you sound alarmingly meek

Is inside my head and plummets my bed

It rallies and summons me in my sleep

The sun is groggy and upon your plate

Arms do fumble they’re out of their frame

Luster has moved and opted your space

When you call a caddy

I’ll be the kind you use

The sagas pose their levee

That’s the kind that floats to you

And after all I idle to carry on

The clocks married the dated

Operas sails salutes

The planks are calm with boredom

It’s the kind you tend to coo

Every gala’s a blanket in flight

And I’m the kind you use

And you with all your ready is a horror

The recital is staged and ready to recite

Stating the flaws and running you wild

But i’ll be any stable you like

The radius is starting to stumble and fright

The loveliest station is wailing from sight

But I am ready to part from you