Lately I’ve been holding up A semaphore
And hoping you could read me Tired arms that hopefully Are pointing in the right direction now Nasty work if you can get it I’ve thrown out my back Like I’m supposed to In case of emergency Just hold the biggest parts of me aloft

I wish that there was time To wither on the vine But I am waiting for the words To do their job

Lately I’ve been tapping toes And blinking eyes like I’ve been taken hostage Crushed under a century of People who knew how to make a point And I’ll admit when I am wrong I thought that if I packaged it all nicely That I would be immune To the pitfalls I excel at pointing out

I wish there was a way Meaningfulness could stay But the vessel that I’m on Is taking off

Flaghoist A voice Too long Wind breaks Attempts At song

I wish I had the thought Back when when the line was taut But the respite that I earned Is leaking out I wish that you could sense The meaning that I meant But meaningful semantics Have run out.