Body hurts from last night's wine and
This morning's lifting.
Hands shake, sounds of construction
Like an insane symphony of
Unsilence.

My limbs are the fingers of a clenched
Fist around the hope that
The hours may grow wings.
The city, a snail outside
The construction site fence.

We're both prisoners under a
Sky that's waiting to downpour,
Giving each other nervous looks
Through iron bars, smiling
Unwillingly with tears in our eyes,

To immitate consolement.
Today, a line has been drawn between
The world and its enemy,
Of which I'm on the wrong side.
This is how I die;

A drowned flower.
A bleeding scar. An
Exposed nerve in the rain.
At least I have the wine.
Without it, I'd never get this thirsty.

there's a treasure deep inside me
somehow I've got to find it
not just pieces parts
not in shopping carts
somewhere near the heart
is a good place to start

there's a sweet spot in me
it's not that hard to see
it's somewhere up a tree
feel the wind, feel the free
unwind the knot
give it everything you've got

there's a reason this all came to be
is it hiding inside of me?
the secret is still yet to come
I can't help but fall succumb
so please won't you forgive
but I've got plenty more to give