In the last six weeks I've clenched my fists
twenty-seven times over the course of
crab eating :{} claws into my palm
as I crossed the scoliosis ridged Rockies
that Taurus twisted April afternoon
In the last 43 days I've released my fingers
and cracked joints from my alignment
with a fake crusader and have made bonds
with decisive strangers with witty dialog
Having constrained space in a locked SUV
just to pour ourselves into the Story Book of the ocean floor
On the dusty shoreline I saw the reflection
of the clouds (()) the oxygen of my past
When we deceive the world
we are called shepherds instead of liars
Why are we in love with serpent tongues
and by serpent I mean split in two
like a fork not a spoon
Over the last 1032 hours I understand
even more so than before
that Titles are pointless
when your blade is -->>>}]]dull
you leave a bloody trail behind you
if you take credit for all you're around
Because of the last 61,920 minutes I have accepted
the halogen glow scenery was printed in Sepia tone
on the finest paper my mind can afford
