HAM-FISTED
Arrested development of the sort they talk about
in journals and quarterlies : the man with the
infantile projection, the woman who thinks she's
three. Operative personalities which, usually
grown out of by nine years old, linger.
A fellow who pops his eyes, the lady who
whistles through her skin.
-
We let them live, it seems through our
own form of genuine kindness - just
as they, seemingly, allow us our own
time too. Time to go on and prosper,
time to make what we do.
-
Some heavy- handed, ham-fisted God
named Fred or Harvey, I'd suppose,
very busy with tedious work,
just let some things slip
through those elusive
faint-line cracks.
Arrested development of the sort they talk about
in journals and quarterlies : the man with the
infantile projection, the woman who thinks she's
three. Operative personalities which, usually
grown out of by nine years old, linger.
A fellow who pops his eyes, the lady who
whistles through her skin.
-
We let them live, it seems through our
own form of genuine kindness - just
as they, seemingly, allow us our own
time too. Time to go on and prosper,
time to make what we do.
-
Some heavy- handed, ham-fisted God
named Fred or Harvey, I'd suppose,
very busy with tedious work,
just let some things slip
through those elusive
faint-line cracks.
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