There’s no light in the window



Holes in the plot



Soaked

in the sound waiting to be found



With your heart attack

shoulders



The parking lot shakes



You come like a

natural disaster



The fisherman’s wife sends you out to sea

with more requests



You bite like a hammer but you don’t

mean a thing



The cardinal staggers



Vinegar skies



Burned up the carpet



Lazy to change



The cashier

grins an electrical storm



Dizzy and shortchanged



Charms you blind



When you fall you fall like fists



Of snow soaked in turpentine



Paul and silas soaked in the

sound



You’re a razor in the silk aching to be found



No

light



The fisherman’s wife sends you out to sea with more

requests



What else is there left to do but love