CRAWLING

Crawling out of the past

to a walled bedroom

with a toy lure 

transmuted by a world

of adult eyelashes

to make a daily diminution

of long suffering

with handcuffed flighty

signals of practice

in colors of blue and brown

of a twelve toned musical time

up the way to string a guitar

for a new fluted melody

by stranded Punch and Judy

puppets to help 

now in first socks
and potato sacks
resembling costumes
of a perp walk

with still life troubled images

in small photos

from your clusters of days

at our life's first guiding

in the scrawled graffiti

drawn by a Beat poet

near a carriage drawn

to the city's Central Park.