"I pray you aren't eaten by wolves out here"
countless hours of staring compared
my heart drops to the feet of my chair
a cold glare carelessly dares me
folding up the newspaper,I check the time
leave my seat
the atom bombs rain like confetti atop this carefree street
I'm in heat.
I stop to court a pretty young thing
you are the bread,
I am the meat
our brains interlocked
she digs the beard
my little heart cant stop
mush mouth. black socks
more nights like these & I'll feel
prolong that out
drop top cop,clip up and go solve doubts
where I lay on couches
devouring my limits.
heavy fisted cause I eat my spinach