i.

There are tiny
holes in the wall,

as though
the drill
was having
the time of it's
life not fulfilling
it's duty

It reminds me
of the time
I wore a brand new
pair of shoes just
to splash around
in puddles

We are the increments
of flesh caught in the
gnashing gears of time
and space

ii.

There will be a day
when you say
goodbye to me;

and I won't
mind the heartbreak,
I swear,--

I'll carry your
wicked smile
to the depths
of my grave