#a2kdavis

There is no relief,

Dangling - toothless

Pitbull

Lock jaw, seems

Like,

Frail floorboards

In the attic,

Bora, crumbling

Tumble in,

The scuff marks

Signal entry,

Finishing, begining

No relief

Again and again.

I don't like

What my mind is thinking.

Hands coming to me,

Cupped,

Are icy -

Dressed in coffee,

Dressed unlike individuality,

Dressed unlike my own

Company.

You remind me

Of each tunnel

Exhalting

My melody

Though, I can see

There is

No comfort

Leaving you

For me.

I will be brave.

Delicate,

Is every word

I bricks and lead

Say

And poignant

Is every

Careless move

You make.

I am in

Headlights

The snow seeping

Headlights

Headlights

Second thought,

Close your eyes,

Search the ocean

Currents, the sky

For more than

Blank performance,

Shuttles on the

Pathways,

Leaving

You a minute.

For the moment,

Night dramatises

Frolicking children

Just before bed

And how

They hurriedly hide.

A rhythmic fumbling

That you wonder

Over time,

Being present,

Voiding any living

Focused, present

As the tides

Performing

Something, anything

That makes all the sense.

I cannot do time,

The kind that you take

Dancing 'round

My curious head.

The time you give,

One second,

Steals

One year,

It seems,

Culminating

The rivers,

Outstretched

Like fingers,

Wondering the veins.

You should prepare

For the flood

That is

Imminent.