Uncle Walty Wails at the Moon for You (Revised)
I am the promise of the thorn
enhanced…
lifted up,
a stone voice
to the gods.
I am among the liked,
but not well-liked.
inspired to conspire,
a flaneur, a feldgangler, and I wave in passing.
I am a train station with a roundhouse.
I turn the locomotives around,
I flip the levers,
I drop the signal arm
and out roars connected power,
sparking across the iron.
I am synaptic.
I am next…
I am just…
I am even so…
I am all these mush-mouthed adverbs
who cannot carry serious water.
No, really,
everything is original equipment,
but so leaky.