Whipping my thighs,
you set the bar too high.
Ravenous shadow,
keeping score in time.

Couldn't you let me go?

     ..we'd never agree.



Pace,
tick,
point,
prime.

I've been inside,
    
     locked,
   tripping the ocean.

Guess in time.
    -you'll be right, just give it a name.



We live in unforgiving flesh,
just reflections in our cup of tea.
We're backwards back teeth,
chomping down each other's leaves.

We're full of X marks,
but fuck it -
we found our own way home

   between the honeycombs

at a thousand miles per hour.



We float down from space to die alone,
genuflecting to what we stood for,
both still guessing our morals.

Cigarettes on sweet tongues.


Truly,
the popes say we should stop playing
sunday school sharp glass charades.