High Pursuits

To wish for wisdom is to fish
for boots with a straight hook;
the looking cannot find
if the tool has not curvature

A poem, story, perfect face
each walk to a bar
from the outside looking in
genius is their scar

On the deified remains
of a carnal state
no more names or monikers 
might make god their fate

Such and such is much and touched
by the hands of cod
scale the walls to torch the house
all the ashes sod