The Rambling Footsteps Of A Wandering Child

I’ve been learning here how to grow larger
Than the monsters alive in my dreams.
Swinging a crow bar
Out of my whistle,
And grand pianos out of my rust.
I shot typewriter keys out of cannons I keep
Aimed at the bandits alive in my trust.
There were bandits alive in my trust.

Horsehead, Buddy Wakefield