Roman

Smooth and Bumpy

Close is the distance 
that translates the shave
a golden resistance
an unfitness to cave

Fare for the journey
is fair on the street
articulate gurneys
dragging their feet

Unhanded by morning
intended for spears
a whale of a warning
inhabits the fears

On travel and trains
the guarded relax
to pitter their pains
and rub on the tracks

Massages and bumps
perfections and hands
from skin all must jump
from careful demands