Can it be enough?

 

Can it be-enough? - - - or … must?!

I came home, at-last to a surprise pink-blush dawn

My last-coin spent on midnight-hour fun; I-yawn

Late for-work, again; if I go! The bluegill have begun to-spawn

 

Momma cleaned the-windows and they rattle as the 6:10-express rumbles-by

Our railyard-shanty is tattered and torn; I feel a-raindrop from a darkened-sky

I-think; sacred- Love held-us together as a continent-bound jet overhead roars-by

 

Be-nice if I could buy Momma pretty-flowers; surely, she’d appreciate

She works-hard and always takes my-side. “He’s a good-boy!” she bible-negotiates

With this low-front shower, the fish probably won’t be biting, I contemplate

 

Before I-reach the door the dismal-sky is-clearing; so much for good-intention

Momma’s-breakfast quick-eat; fresh shirt and pants, quickly improvise-invention

Tomorrow!?  - - - Tomorrow!? … I’ll reform!? The fish are waiting in a “school” convention

 

The-road to Hell is paved with “good”-intentions!

My horns grow-bold! Halo-fades! Heaven is in-suspension!

Legacy: Rebel! Rascal! Rogue! Gypsy-rapscallion! Sin-“sention”

 

Amen!