Tears and the slaughter
of sobriety
Things forced into cracks
and thunderizations

That and a hammer

knock knock

Do you employ
thought constructs

North of the border

clambering over
things

darkened with salt

when one is empty

and drinks from the other

I am drawn in again
in a story again
being explained

again

hang on while I

reposition all of your
assertions

ummph, there, better, right