I place blame near place mats 

I sit solo on a table built with curling in mind 

In line with silent knights 

Talks are tabled until the son shines 

Though in my case daughters caught all sticks that weren’t short 

I’m in it for the long game- a plan that can stand all the tests 

Time may give- God did, if he didn’t, I wouldn’t know where to begin

Wouldn’t know how to begin

Wouldn’t know how to grin and Baier Ave be thy home base 

When corners made me sharp 

When being sharp allowed me to spot those who were on the edge

The ledge be sibling

Kipling bathes in the shadow of Jansport, which is different from Joseph hiding 

In the shadow of Rudyard

Subpar I acknowledge when the lines are blurred… or thin

Think pieces allow plowed ideas to start from scratch 

I clawed my way back by avoiding the ones I was just fronting for 

You know I want you to do better than the story you’ve written for yourself

The ending could be tweaked, more emphasis at the peak

Sneak preview I’m there before the curtains are drawn 

There before dawn cracks, cast spells that leave me broken –

English hoping that another language is chosen, to complete terms and agreements 

What can we agree upon though- that life is what you make it?

How the clay molded with clay face ingredients? 

Possibilities infinite

Monstrosities sit with it- in order for baton pass fluid

The cast ain’t acting right – character flaw and fox trap gnaw

Gnarly when Charles is in charge

Maybe I’m crazy, but anything less would be 

Uncivilized get left behind 

Kirk Cameron showing a confident smile 

If I wasted a minute on your crying, you wouldn’t know how to escape in 60 sec or less

Chest come press the cavities into brittle 

©Joseph Reuben Fuller