scraped what was willed



They kept their stools warm all afternoon
As

The drinks kept rolling like
Thunder in a man's missing bowling ball .. 

As the kids of the
World typed a new message
And slid their fingers over

The crochet kit that was

To stitch together the missing pieces of 
A lost civilization's new government policy .. 

&
A many tires gained willful heat as

The road growled back in its own 
Blend of folly while

The traveling show packed and left town .. 

Yes,
It was a day of events all over that
Could fill the annals of a slow year's final volume
Of almanac livin' .. 

So,
As I sit here before the typer to make
Sense of several slices in an enormous pie

Smashing its will in our face .. 

I gain just a morsel of whipped topping
On my lower chin .. 

Rub my finger over the creamed goodness
& know that

I have

Barely scraped the sweetness ..