Street Songs 19

I sit comfortable out of step
uniform disheveled
in the herd
of automata that it takes
to perpetuate a society
a bandit of serenity
stealing the curtains
put before the eyes
of the faithful
painted with singular dreams
of picket fences
and vacant smiles
I sing of the joys of freedom
open spaces and dew drops
sauciness of taste sensations
laughing at straight lines
wriggling through the cracks
I thrive

(c) 2007 Sandy Vrooman