This is the outcome

when they add more weights

on the barbell and subtract

words spoken to her

an adjusted sight

with a lens of testosterone

but they can't see anyway

because alcohol

has filled them more than 

she ever will


We are the chivalry

battling time with our thoughts

carved onto paper

let everyone gossip of

my absence I've traveled

the world for this


23 miles turn to seconds

when that right turn slides the concrete

into two choices always making the right

choice and darkness accompanies me

as I lay angling the ash flavored car seat

until the light in her eyes knocks

on the window


This is the last of idealism

and of god's intentions

but doesn't everyone sleep

aside the lawn? just for a

two hour glimpse 

doesn't everyone open the doors for

such delicate flowers?

to be given and treasured or do

we not water them anymore?