A Mid-Summer Peek
a mid-summer peek
   into unmanaged time and thought
it is strenuous enough work
   as a relative term
attempting to make your way home
   and no one finds their way back
sweet spot and equilibrium
   where the formulas optimize
zones of safe harbor
   or criminal hide-outs
with so much to ponder and juggle
   and avoid and dismiss
i just still want to ride the ponies
   art as selfish manipulation
but my shoes are stuck in the mud
   i am a phony sham coward