Sign a treaty with the neighbors,
and also keep stock for the city.
Sweep the outside and interior,
before the start of your game plan.
Freshly cleaned scratched windows,
reveal only part of this exchange.
Don’t stumble into the A-frame,
and please excuse the paintings,
we have what you’ve read inside,
where there aren’t any more distractions.
Disregard the smell and their reasons,
skip past the softened views imagined,
and why I seem completely preoccupied,
on to what’s really on your mind.
Leave the back for our personal storage,
doesn’t matter that it won’t be for sale.
Watch the shadows trace the door’s holes,
are there really any secrets on either end?
A steady stream of emptiness to be ignored,
which lasts only for six, I mean four hours.
We tailor to nobody except an odd mixed-breed,
without appointments, checks, or credit cards,
looking specifically for something never seen,
leaving happy they’ve made a valuable contact.
Don’t expect carts to carry you easily along,
aisles and shelves for a variety of bargains,
well-meaning care and stalwart support,
because I don’t even know why I am here.
Sharwrong's Song 