And I am number fifty
The drive home cracks at the seams,
Though there are many skylights on the horizon to eat
And I fool myself
I plant, water and let myself down
I memorize this address
Like a back-alley mistress
Or a difference
To how I usually sell
I’ll see you in hell six months from now
In the pillows
Breathless and full of doubt
Like a real dream
Or a kids room full of tokens to keep
Absolutely obscene
How you split through and blood-let me
I’m a master,
And much faster than anything you challenge
Blood-bonded and free