Keep your eyes
On the pavement
There’s no telling
When it will begin
To drift away
To turn to rust
Or to drive
Itself crazy
So trust
You are alive
For a reason
Or a season
You can certainly
Try to hide
Your feelings
Keep them all
Inside of you
Or perhaps
That won't work
Sometimes
Love is just
Busted compromises
And wheat crusts
While we dust off
Our condolences
Solemn somnambulists
Seek retired singles
In obligatory
Obituary columns
Reprimanding angels
Fill our
Dinner tables
We are all lovers
Suffering
From a fatal dose
Of something
That tastes a lot like
But is not quite
Total honesty