There’s no light in the window
psfhik!gbfdcffi.
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 | 
