brakes make

the jail seem

quiet.

speaking for and about the dragon

he’ll eat you

and spit out the bones.

Stories will be carved on flesh

held on a screen

in our hands

for the world to see

what one will do

with nothing to lose.

 

Struggling everyday

carrying it with me

in my stomach

poison.

It could be

it could

be the last first time

or stretching rejection.

The birds chirped by as I wrote that

singing along with the melody

carrying the tune

for me.

Will down this poison together

and will both live

in Verona

 

The stationary

are at fault

the ones still on pause

are at fault.

Yet, they’ll blame those

who stood on their own

moved

away from those

who chose to be idle.

Destroyed everything

they swept away all human

connections.

They called it a cleanse

a River of Whales

and they stood

in control like a conductor

of the greatest symphony

without applause.

They looked with eyes

will we be celebrated

or only remembered

for the blood of the Whales.

the idea

makes me sick to my stomach.

I hid this

behind a wall

a tall wall

a tall steel wall with no doors and no windows

and I left it there.

Yet,

it chases me

from the other side

impossible to ignore

even till this day.

It was the secret message

at the bottom of the lake.

You knew the whole time

and I missed those signals.

Then and now is only a few seconds apart

unless you’re at the bottom of this lake and then last

twice as long.

Now will be gone

before then arrives.

staring down the barrel

forcing a cold steel kiss

serenade with wild tears

before she calls

the bang

never shocks you anymore

or the wall ahead.

you’re here

and same time next week.

time push back

we fight back.

Takes the most flack

strikes twice night.

Wish you good night

talk out yo back.

and

while you run from the slipping grip of shadowed hands

I’ll pause.

Watch you run.

Admire the way I feel to feel and feel

and the way it felt

when you turned that corridor

I feel

quiet.