Pinpoint the pressure, the promise, the moments when life felt worth lifting, stealing, concealing under overcoats dressed so warm while you’re dressed to kill in air thin shirts layered on thick as the glaze that covers their eyes.

Pin down the poignant perfume filling your mind like refills on road trips from and back, to and fro, around the way, but steady ready heading home to hearths and fresh cooked meals with easy chairs, newspapers, and pipes puffing out long lost dreams of being lost.

Pin up the picture of perfection a fueled inspired injection of steel these wheels look so good, so sexual that I might just make love in the backseat with you at the movies and as we climax the cinema will stop and stare at creation, this internal combustion makes clothes, home, health, and sanity all worth grabbing.

Pins and needles puncture presumptions plodding along when the job won’t quit till you’re fired, so tired of a madcap life, adventure and intrigue. I’ll keep so real in this life of make them believe and I do and you do too so someone just give me away. I need to travel heartland in heartsong, farewell to you sir I’ll go where children belong.