Look me straight
Now blame it on loneliness
Who knows?
Certainly not them
Where is this?
The lane that takes you head on
But for now
You do not/cannot contemplate
Certainly not you
And silence is dread
’cause look what you’ve done
Aligned outside no aim
Which follows me
Painted over a well cleansed abdomen
Tattooed ugly and blue
The enemy
Watch and wait
A childproof survival kit
Just for a glimpse
Of the everlasting big kick
Secrets bleeding to untold families
Lovers in flight over the gravesite
We become statues
In a ten acre garden