Tale Bone

sat still, rocking chair,

the clock un-phased

by chirrups.

neck roll

incomplete,

too many days gripped

to slide easy, bones

the best of my 

serenity.

rain gutter

drips

the minutes in

the mercy seat,

the God head,

the foot cramp.

monk make note to monkey;

muck out whatever stalls

the makeover.

list to the side,

listen to the roaring chorus,

passing for quiet.