toxic is the root word of evil
iconic in its glory of the seed
turing in a world full of pools
each one empties into a pipe
which the wheels on the chucks
guide the deck to its bluff
hopping from one pool to another
until they're all empty with each other
until the wheels turn the other way
we keep skating to the day
the toxic trait fades away
the shoes no longer grip
on the slim gravel strip
sliding off the side
toxic evil strides of left
while the right is counterfeit
on these words of defeat
lifting the traits of habit
since you no longer have to bet
on the one who will ride
with you till you decide
whether or not to confine
in the toxic twisted rhythm
of the words of your wave
turning to the moons tide
swirling and spinning with
the flame under your eyes
left and right is the motion
of the roll in the hole
that will sink you to your
empty pool with no
more gratitude
only toxic magnets
pulling and tugging
you under the earths
poll of direction
of toxic heat
of all the words
exhaled from your fait
of wanting to escape
from toxic traits