Live in fragile stride
Thin Porcelain bridge crossing
Where lay that last divide
Mistakes cast rivvets in it's slick surface
Barrels overfilled with marbled fat
Ferrell rats run past iconoclasts of glass
The last to be cast inside a gravel tomb
Platinum rooms of gracious green plumes
Grasping clamor finds figures of gold
Holding overfolded molds, empty of purpose
Tallow control concieved to lull the fantasy
Selling apogee stories in asperity
Clarity stares at me as my toes crest the edge
Brittle bridge become chiped ledge
my limbs find a wedge in the parapet
Slack slim useless legs shake against
My fractured silhouette
Simpering sweat clings to my chest
Regress falling in
the canyon of epithets
I lean into stare through
naked depth
swallowing that detritus breath
Suspire sickly sweet moisture
of deaths raw dulcet
When warmth leans in from
An orange juice sky
Opium reds intemperate
Dream perfect sunset vignette
Repost the stabs of regret
Love more than I get
Pay my debts and meet
The people I haven't met
"I am not ready"
"Not just yet"