Word by word I hang through
To dry your tongue and continue
Kind is always the mirror
Reptile is this skin and wander around
This dingy hall.
Feet are covered in water and sweat
All the colors would agree when
Sitting in the dark.
A collection of dead songwriters
Writing eulogies on the same napkin
Table top of chips betting on the loser
Clear the fog with sentences
Made for woman’s ears.
Can’t loosen this grip to save my life
Make that leavening a little more quick.
Marching through the borders to
Push your waist into me.
We are still making love in the daytime
The latest wisdom and hold on the side of
The ship.
That water is too salty for such sweetness.
Remember my name when the night is slow
And the moon is hidden
When we cannot exchange those kisses
We dreamed of.
Pacific Kingdom pg. 70
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