double-minded
windy-watered
broken-masted
ship going down

your gatemouth gasping

air strickened
crooked shooter
surrender flaggin
surround sound

laugh track laughing

dry sailing
guard railing
panic flail wave wailing
as i roll away from you
clowns

lying as you're back-tracking

pin-pointed
spot-lit
rubber-ruled
measuring cup
baby get your fill

loose lip hanging
from your teeth
just like laundry drying
on the line
which is thin

Your gatemouth hanging open
in a grit-tooth hundred year
sand laden wind

'owling winds from HER past
scrape my esteem
from the flesh of my am

with HER truth as a weapon
she rides over me with SHAME
as a war-pony

from the king of nothing
to the fool of fantasy
the card of
my am
not with her

sheer ill intent
damage so deep
to breathe
is a crime
for my am

no safe passage
trickery and slippery
wet moss on the rocks

I'll swing
By the neck of my am
instead
like no ***** did

so childlike
now a man
i hurt my neck
my am

safety is going
be a long
climb out
reach down and find a collar in my hand
pull it up
out of the water

i am

does it even it out?
we'll see.
I'll say a prayer for you
she said.
who still prays?
i do.

where will it end?
right here he said.
she was getting in her car
and said
I'll pray for you

right on time he thought.