Trouble - Tallies

Siamese in today

Flustered finds me in the middle

Welding our veins to sway

With no regard to forthcoming trouble

With no regard to forthcoming trouble

With no regard to forthcoming trouble

Heights with no means to escape

Soaring coasts mixed with the rubble

Mind’s eye forms fields of gray

No subtle fears, no grounds for trouble

With no regard to forthcoming trouble

With no regard to forthcoming trouble

A crane, a map, a sign for trouble

A fear, a door, a sense of gain

To film a crop, unorthodox flowers

A mind, too tall to fit unexplained

With no regard to forthcoming trouble

With no regard to forthcoming trouble