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