sun dried

Caeser is past due for a new haircut  
but the barbers have been left behind, from
when the pub crawl reached the Bastille  
 
freedom, like love, or any absolute
is impossible and must adapt, constantly
to sneak in an existence
 
each breath disguises its own conspiracy;
we have already won the now,
but the devil is a sundial  
and we are dancing in the details
 
let us not allow a them
to mediate our moments
steal the deed to today
by not spending
 
fight, my brother, in the way of the frugal
drive the last nail into the wrist  
of asked permission, by being self reliant