Although in the end
The chord never stretched that far
Everything taking a bit longer
Young man with olds tricks
The same tissues for cleaning up
Daydreaming about roofs to paint on
With splattered heads
Cycling and getting hit by a car
Far enough to wander close enough to wonder
What you are doing right now
Trust me to be reading the bible
Laying with a soft pillow
Squeezing the flickering candles
With the tips of my fingers
Holding you with ash
Subsumed in darkness
Until the mother tongue
Kisses your lips
She lost her purse
And kissed her teeth
Now I’m repressing my depression
And just feel emptiness