Vacate is the word

vengeance has no place so near to her

cannot find the comfort in this world



Artificial tear

vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?

vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere



A truant finds home

and a wish to hold on

but there's a trapdoor in the sun

immortality



As privileged as a whore

victims in demand for public show

swept out through the cracks beneath the door



Holier than thou, how?

surrendered, executed, anyhow

scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor



A truant finds home

and a wish to hold on too

but there's a trapdoor in the sun



I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark

coming up a which way sign

all good truants must decide



Sstripped and sold mom

an auctioned forearm

and whiskers in the sink

truants move on

cannot stay long

some die just to live...

ohh