Brakes

Speaking of gardens
'mongst smatterings of applause
Laughter the medicine
Smiles the cause

Misprints of stores and men
'neath mutterings and knowing brain states
Grins that know too much
Shipments of beer; you smuggle the crates

Scars old and long since known
Lines fragile, illusioned and brave
Nights fuelled by many whites
Music written outside the stave

Speaking of gardens
'mongst scattered aches
Laughter the product
Of failed brakes