all thumbs

i must compose my thoughts
for the tune i spin ain't a pretty one
and we are down on our longing luck

don't trust my sigh or song
the sound you are hearing is pouring out sand
though a pirate shouldn't give a fuck

never mind my waltzing
my wings unfolding are proving all thumbs
as arguments that have no truck

unkind suppose these oughts
yet glad i pay my pipe and a kiss my hitch
in coming to know i am not stuck

go numb as i, as ice, for i
when wheeling saw double the single chair
and we are down on our longing luck