Stop and hold your breath, rewrite longing on my chest, dreams carved in stillness.

You, the ink, my final draft
a script where love writes itself.

have you heard that calling
whenever you want to rest
your eyes
your mind
your voice
your body
your soul
but then
it feels so wrong
to not be the same person you were before
so you arose
once again

being more
and more fraud

So much depends
on a yellow
Bulldozer

Caked with mud
Beside thoughts
of payday