Off and running through childhood backyard freestyle
having
a ball off to a good start small steps the ball aloft.
Off
you go to classrooms of uncushioned facts in the running
playing
fields of bruises, talk of tumble and rough.
Off
peak is the ordinary time to potter in the shed, shed fear
run
the gauntlet of Anyswhereville life’s living proof, prof.
Off
the wall the art, learning through early years or late
each
peachy shape of creation studied, in spoken awe of.
Off
your face with all unsigned designs of the unseen Author
who
lights up all change forever more than enough.
Off
and on your loves, more in common than with just anyone
but
they why do they do that not this, you question and cough.
Off
again on again likewise the lawful choices of work
teaching
or trade, bohemia or business, silence or scoff.
Off
the charts the cities that city’s contain, untold streams
dreams
of them if you will and dream upon oft.
Off
Broadway are friends their song, discovery trial and error
duets
a lifetime, others the singing the notes pitch feel all off.
Off
like a bride’s nightie on the search for domestic harmony
such
overwork as deserves rest and a toast you may quaff.
Off-hand
the ways of the wayward world wanting
off
grid then on bend or vista, lonely scrub, sudden trough.
Off
limits are the places visited because they’re there
limits
learnt the hard way, the same way the highway the tough.
Off work with ailments muddle loss, troubles typical make for
scripts
for painless, windows to stare, holidays to waft.
Off
the deep end the great perhaps there no more thinking
where’s
no on-off switch nor office of off, since cast-off.
Off
the record thoughts pass days the minutes cannot track
while
diarists catch tense seconds, someone from Chekhov.
Off
the planet is strictly for the nerds floating in tin cans
home
is feet of terra firma, eyes with surprise, hand in glove.
Off-setting
and with hmmm yes good idea the phone off
notice your mind find peace and air on the face is soft.
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