Skip a rock across 

the water and return to 

childhood innocence 

Our bounds are loosed but

we remain in thrall to old 

man Lucifers lusts 

Second chances come with strings attached

Lazarus had to

go into hiding after 

Jesus brought him back 

Late summer blues blows

a chill wind across waning 

days of warmth and light 

Straw men twist in the 

wind, smoldering to flame in

the fall (of the world) 

The crickets are still

chirping but there's a chill in

the air this morning 

In this pay-to-play 

land you gotta plunk down cash

for what they promise