Savage Surface...

I lay between a rock and a stone face.

Consciously or subconsciously amongst a torrent of affable maybes and ill requited circumstance disguised as sanity.

This while the world turns in the opposite direction, pulling faces at me.

I'm too scared to poke my tongue out at a rain filled sky,

Certainly not going to try and speak with a childlike perspective

As that just seems to bring out the playground bullies.

Need to find a Teacher with some wisdom and good grace,

To help me smooth down this savage surface.

I smile alone looking for laughter in an empty case.

Suspicious of being conspicuous in a week that demands I give my all without using metaphors and profanity.

This while the clique gives me the bird and then proceeds to moon me.

Hell yea I'm too scared to poke my tongue out at a bunch of bare ass!

Certainly not going to try and reason with obtuse introspective

Without a considerable amount of 2 ply Scotties.

Have to find a person of understanding with a shovel and mace,

Help me smooth down this savage surface.

I lay between a rock and a stone face.

Take a swing.