still will we live
bound
to drawing winding
ending,
 
an awaiting bind
from some body awash
unawaiting
a mind
panting a watch
unawaiting
till they tell me
anything well-known
wrong
but incredible
too believable
 
would their hope
bind this blooming shade
a shade of those folks unbound
to rank unknown truth
unbelievable
 
daring sing
a grin will do the trick
a grin
spiced up with a few irises
aflick
 
the more colors yours eyes
swallow
the far more blurred your mind
grows
 
maybe will they tell
me
edward earl johnson
chose
to spend seven rainfalls of his life
bedwelling the cell
they booked for him
in the state penitentiary
 
a conviction nobody
is afraid of
 
freedom they said
would triumph,
freedom,
but in a bound truth
 
deep they thought
no need adding up a foot-note
well-known
 
the color of your skin will tell
you
whether
you were born
to live to sweetest doorway
or dive soon
viz soonest die for gloomest hell
 
an eye unlettered would fail
but misread the sentence
so fair minds' pride tagged
once and for all
on to ed' earl's bark
 
no matter how many flowers
you would larn to smell
striving the very best you can
at working it out
-- but still crawling downer than --
the way they do,
the best teaching 
their current unspoken-ness
would give you
runs
a song rumbling in your eardrums
day and night
 
go dress your kins'
overcrowded
tomb
 
thrice a day
twice a moon
or
one a rain
or some lapse
else
 
would you then go ornament
their roomy graveyard
with bound benches of something else
than wild loose weed
thence set out mending up the loss
your soul bitterly scored
be overfeeding every clay-thatched
and glum mud-stuffed home
standing for each stolen shade
with freely prized wreaths 
of fake and keen petals
joining hollow combinations
of nearly dead forces