No keys have turned these locks too far
The clocks, we seized and burned
Erased? Replaced? No…
We’ve just misplaced the time
(not a waste)
Together
To get her
For the fair weather

Lesions learned
Not lessons
And not life
Scars. Burned.
Not bridges
Increase or lessen?
I’m unconcerned

The dreams did matter
It’s the wine glass, shattered on the wall
Ashes, ashes, and in the end we do not fall
Crash and clatter
Hopes and dreams?
The places once redeemed?
Now crooked like these leaves
Deceive, seethe,
Grief and release?

Please to pleasure
But mother **** the fair weather
Fine. I’ll release these ties that bind my
throat and wrist.
And I’ll give you the gist of it all
Ashes, ashes, in the end we fall
Smashed and battered
Hopes and dreams?
What the **** do they matter?
Tattered and torn
Like the wine glass, scattered on the floor
But the door shut when you walked away

But I still miss it all
I’d take the chance, the fall again
Only if I knew

Sundays may be the hardest
But for me it’s every
The envy of the other’s kiss
The other’s fu— I’m sorry… ***
The nights and weekends I reminisce
While you over(?)analyze

Unconditional, yes
As it always will
So long as it’s still free
So long as I can still breathe
And so long as I have these skeleton keys
Your keychain may be empty, but not mine
And your love… life… it may all be lost
but not mine

For I am longing, and I AM with trust
And I do care for the dust

I’ve been burned
I have the scars
But I am no different
I breathe

But not so easily anymore

the buzz and the blurrrrrr…
the absurd contingencies
the adjacency of our dependencies
(not discrepancies)
i and her
we demur the frequencies
the inconsistencies we deter
the buzz and the slurrrrrr…
what was and deferred
the efficiencies of three
us, we, but not them
and the absentee
her and me
NOT THEM
to condemn it and spin
the sins we could make
and our skin to awake
wherein we wont forsake where we begin
began
i and she
i and her
her and me
she and me
we, us
the buzz and the…

three seconds ‘til the aftermath
strayed from the path, though
but stuck on re(j/fl)ections
the soundtrack’s refractions
and these injections resonate
we’re infected, we:
hesitate artist style, we:
contemplate our smiles, we:
complicate what we’ve compiled
reviled, deceived,
relieved and beguiled
we dispose of love
get rid of love
sort of hid regret of what we’re:
sick of,
proud of,
patient of,
devoid of,
bereft of,
part of,
one of,
out of,
undreamed of,
tired of,
conceived of,
part of,
most of,
deprived of,
empty of:
everything we
let go of
yet free of (to a degree) regret
but not
wrought, somewhat
three seconds, but…