Many Stars and One's Perpetually Shooting

for Alli Warren

Eyes have it for the dream sequins
At weepy random lengths gone to
Wasted years so close behind
 
Now what about rhyme detection
Completes yourself by proxy
Identity parade in footloose stride

And already beans coming out of my ears
Don’t show stored form warning
I’ve got all day with least astonishment

It’s nothing to turn round
And go back two or three
Miles to cross your Ts
 
Everybody looks at the sky
Their name is Susan
Tell us about your lute