The restless are dogs at the back door

The restless are dogs at the back door 
scraping the vinyl on another balsamic day
& we throw sticks
into eachothers bicycle spokes
point Roman candles
at my haystalk accomplishments
hide tacks in your shoes
& sugar my gas tank
the restless are coming home 
with new gray under their chins


O come hollow men
& find yourself fine company
among scarecrows
talk to me wicker basket silence
never reveal vulnerability a moment
stuff the guts back into the bursting
while nobody 
looks
 

O come ye hallowed
muse on the eternals
all you want
I got better
at tuning it out
over time