Inducted into Wallflower Fame

Attend, lucid beamers,
the will of the crisp
chases September's tail
until an octagon's imperfections
go nonagon again.

Each dream could be the food
you need to bet the goods 
against the farm and win 
the sheep for the deeper days
that ocean of grain can promise. 

Harvest the moon 
with your good eyes
and you leaden lies,
those lies that acted for years,
your vodka crutch.

An engagement,
a long engagement:
this is a stoppage
in the gap that could be
the story of the rest
of the rest of your rest.