Elapsing frame
I target as same
To place upon my plate
I feed the hidden film
As the deserts aching breaks
I face loves daunting lapse 
Her forgetful legging wrap
And return before I am after her
Escaping her precious ticks

Gearing Stumbles

Something in us shivers
Slides up our throat
Slick
Tasting like metal, crushed rain-bugs we can almost smell
Cascading along our nerves
They are so dreadfully taut
They feel like a stranger's body
In the dark pub, in the corner
with few couples dancing to a jukebox.