Running Back.

One in six the little glory was 

Paraded on jacket past the running back

Remains a fair mentioned state memory 

The year was 1/6 clouded in empty memories

A hello or wave on by the national directors hold

Direct line to the closing bell were no where said

Beauty does have a name beyond the pens point

Rain recovers such earthen beauty to precious hands

wearing out the flowing beads handing out pink slips

Till it runs it’s course just listen to its thunder falling

The fruit gone only now lasting a day boasting to say

Don’t shoot the comings the doings back and forward

Like the storms about the skies we sat the storm out

Seen push and shove to run its course which ran home

The run to darken halls the blue tube ran on its course

Sent its leaders to follow the run to darken halls history

The blue tube ran its course back and back to the world

The nations yards were squealing with pets scratching 

The screens looking for a bone which later to become

The whistle train all aboard station tree line changing

Coon cap and cross disagreements arms length ala mode

Empty as hunger for truth persists is the monkey fruit

I love you too but the greed to keep the Golden Fleece 

Secret is a unbroken a rule I think that challenges hand

Party and cross and shield of George once and always

The wayward princes and jelly bean jar are mean beans

Sense to belong comes to this age from another turning

The other borrowed from time but in the arms mentioned 

Just that time is running out the Magi to run back today

The polite rustle days long moment from hades the Devil

Oversaw.