when the objects hit the wall
when the gin drips from my chin

a mile or more on foot
head against the rim
rain melting skin

darkened windows
shadows of bodies
twisting into oblivion

the bathroom floor with
its blades calling me in

what a night that was
what a summer
to fill me up with your sin
only to exit with serrated chagrin

love is a dangerous thing
when you pull the pin

i’d give anything
to do it all over again