trace my spine.
crash your lips upon mine.

take me away,
darling so divine.

break that clock,
we don't need the time.

for a moment, a second,
you are all mine.

tip tap tapping of a keyboard,
       hours better spent.

her mother's dad told her to go,
       so there she went.

so lovely and eager to please,
       sacrifices ((time with her son.))

a beautiful woman and mama
      simply working to hear "well done."

If pain
is relative,
then I am drowning
in the same rain
that blooms you.

If suffering
is temporary,
then my clock has
stalled out
from ticking.

If understanding
is mutual,
then my own efforts
have so far outrun
your own
that
relatively,
temporarily
speaking. . .

I stand alone.

I’m done with your garbage.

          Pack it up,
Tie it shut,
                      And. Take. It. Out.