Walking on
water,
floating on
clouds,
Angels of
perfection,
God's of
others,
too uptight
in sight,
too serious,
got too be right.

All pieces
of the puzzle
must be legit,
one missing,
so pitches
 the fit.
Not knowing
how to relax,
walking in
heart attack
tracks.
Nothing
good enough,
never understood
enough.
So travels the
world of perfection,
the uptight too
serious connection.

The better than
others,
thinking mind
that smothers.
Eye of keeness,
hand of meaness,
Non forgiving,
no mistake or
break, my way
or the high way.

Many years
of writing,
but wrong
in the sighting,
vision of the
 eagle,
heart of no
hearts,
we all squat
to toilet,
none better
than,
any other life
span.                                                                     G                                                                        

A fish on                                                               pan.
the hook,                                                               a
caught in                                                                 in
the net,                                                                  Fry
let go. Does                                                         the fish.
     not appreciate                                                  again
         being set free, still chasing                     hook
              the same hook, same fisherman may