Tears and the slaughter
of sobriety
Things forced into cracks
and thunderizations
That and a hammer
knock knock
Do you employ
thought constructs
North of the border
clambering over
things
darkened with salt
when one is empty
and drinks from the other
I am drawn in again
in a story again
being explained
again
hang on while I
reposition all of your
assertions
ummph, there, better, right