humpty dumpty

I had a dream that we rode on the Delaware

with a paddle-boat home, our cool abode

It kept us weighed afloat from the unknown

that lived below and watched our home

that flowed to where criminals go

to waste away after death row

Those crimes they cried about in post

were ones they did for those who were close

We were split up by the fork in the Brandywine

and we threw in the towel for all the times

my head floated to the powerlines

and my latent regrets were galvanized

My mistakes became apparent on the Nockamixon Lake

and canadiated waves made me red in the face that she forgot

Now still to this strange place I go

for my vagrant blonde that was once close