Hanging Homeless #1

peeling the sun off the sky
leaving behind
a residue like cheaply made
stickers often do

blazon papercuts
brazen without the guts
oblivious to majesty

Rinsing and rubbing
slow to get to scrubbing
But sure to think the tragedy

Drinking deep the sands of time
Salting the line
askew that dares to tear the stray
Far before its cue

Kiss the rafters
Songs to sing of symmetry
Here and after
Brought to bring the brandishing
The will