Look me straight

Now blame it on loneliness

Who knows?

Certainly not them



Where is this?

The lane that takes you head on

But for now

You do notcannot contemplate

Certainly not you



And silence is dread

'Cause look what you've done

Aligned outside no aim

Which follows me

Painted over a well cleansed abdomen

Tattooed ugly and blue

The enemy



Watch and wait

A childproof survival kit

Just for a glimpse

Of the everlasting big kick



Secrets bleeding to untold families

Lovers in flight over the gravesite

We become statues

In a ten acre garden