The Left Column
Bares not
Well the fool
 You think I don't know
  the tricks and many
   put-downs?
 
  That kind of 
        derision
      and condescention
     towards my weaknesses
   Trumps your false concern
      and pandering to my folly.

     The hot words 
       anneal me
      and burn away
       my inner snifflings.
     All of my boo hoo hoo's
      will be systematically
         ridiculed.
    I'll be belly-rolling,
       all my folly
     suddenly very funny!

   Can't you understand
     that when you go down into
 a gold mine you get covered over
     with holy dirt?

 Did you ever consider
     to find that you love
         the theif the most?
       He steals your heart!
        
    Don't you understand
     that it is
       just right back attcha'?
 
  Those many days I dug in
    the yard, it was not
        for nothing.
     I dug there searching
     for the purpose
     of friendship.
      I dug there
       just because it was
         the thing to do,
          the right time of year,
            the time of planting.
        A small seed 
           can grow a mighty tree
         but not if you leave it in a drawer
           and never plant it.
  
   It is so obvious.
    Pour it all out, 
       all out on the tray
      for your friends,
     fill their cups!
    top off their drafts!

  Bless the day you leave there
     with empty pockets.
   You won't be being cheated.
  You'll leave there baptised
      in the derision of that 
     kind of eternity
   that bares not well the fool.
   
   You must have paid the full ticket price
     if you want to go dance at that show.
   So you were afraid that it costs too much
      you'll have nothing left
    when it is all over.
       When it is all over
         whatever is left over
           is loss.
    You never anti up
     so you can't ever win the pot.

     This love we have
    will never fall away. 
     But you won't get any of it
       if you always stay away.