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