...the neighbors can hear us...

full throttle and hand held is how one somehow
ha
loses his love

against canvas tossed like water color magic

and you can’t even paint

let her have it
on the last day

let it out like snakes and pitfall gorgeous letdown
while hoping hard on tightrope chance

scream
i miss you
into the full moon last night gone
and i love you
into the other woman’s ear

strong arm empty strolls along
what fortune once gave
like dervish and turn

fuck a gambit
and a strategy that would find it’s way through

cash
and
cash and out

this never was any way

-05