Old habits die marred
Especially during scarred times
When you need a more unfamiliar bed
Than the one found in soft rhymes
Sometimes comfort is found in uncomfortable places
I've never found it in familiar faces
Sometimes it's found in the strangest of spaces
And others it's found in uptempo paces

A hold up a minute
Just to waist a second
Killing thyme with a vegan
Who feeds upon my meat
I'm picking up good libations
She's giving me exaltations
We're stalking hand in hand
In the intersection of a bustling heat

She gave me her throat-like throne
Just to take away my crown
Slipping through a crack in the floor, bored
We forget all proper nouns
We haven't sent out one invitation
Yet we're throwing parties in a ghost town
From dusk 'til it dawned on us
From sun up until the son set us down

We feast