Sleep, 

Sleep through the pounding slow

and the beating drums. 

Sleep my child. 

The bleeding Earth will

clot soon to your swoon 

and the moon will relieve 

Earth’s doom.

Sleep, 

Sleep through the marble chains

and the beating drum. 

Sleep my child. 

Stockings cut at the toe

before they could walk in my shoes.

Wearing Black and Yellow

to all the games

that’s why we win, 

right? Head tilted to

the side

shunned from the light

one antenna down and one

up. That’s why we win, 

Right?

Everything on backwards, 

name breathing in the salty

fragrance of cheese and shit 

and never moving an inch, 

that’s why we win, 

Right? 

Chain screams premium  life.

Jacket stripe cries for those missing.

Shoes walk an evelation higher

then you can see. 

The floors won’t mop themselves. 

Breaking patterns of

black and white. 

Trademark Italy film

strolling down coblestone

to your love. 

Long stills of jaws

and lips

flowing red.

Bring forth the jacket. Share a night

in prison of myself and myself.

Taste of raw speed

in blades of striped grass

ignites the inner flame.

Tracking traces of blank cards

checks and faces fills a sea

of roaring lions.

They won’t hunt among

the savages, only pick

at the raw speed.

Make believe. You made me

believe. The cruelest

gift in our stocklings.

Striped coals from the

back of our teeth. 

That was the dessert

you left behind.

Chance you’ll leave

your sleigh on a tow truck. 

Brave bright ivory knights

stand side by side

beak below the 

metled sun

eyes on a reflection

of mercy’s eyelid. 

Cower under the kitchen table

momma will bring you a bottle. 

They bleed for the need to feel

free. 

Free of the nightmares. 

Free of the crossroads. 

Free to walk the streets during a full moon. 

Leave the safety of yesterday

and walk this avenue with me.