Bark on the Roots

What is this burden of a social grace?
a butterfly elusive in my face
and at bay a net to catch
when just so simple for this heart to rest.

What are these momentary monetary issues?
killing life in its pursuits
when I want just a tent to rest
these rocks and roots
make for romantic context.

And then my heart is out
like some baseball analogy
and a high five
for banging a grand slam.

Here in wild life forever do I dwell
learning autonomy from the father of pure hell
and in death he smiles
and in pain's his powers
for extraneous and frivilous at this hour
are all that care for him
for the two paths have split
and if one does pit
both end in it.

Across slapped both faces I bark
in chaos I've learned from cars
that a danger to myself and others
I slaughter my public image
for a higher cause
and I wait no more
gather
or
scatter.