“to a**ume love where none exists” – J. Weiners been left waiting in the all along
can*l birded watched the water spill
this land concrete to broken path to here
where grew weeds to rust and back again
neighborhood fringed with d**h
this gun barrel mouths my next
what can you trust
to die young like every other young
martyred in t-shirts
save a day for a light walk binding
the flow from shot metal muzzles
warm kisses the very breath
that keeps you under
tuned to the pitch
and you sing like a mothering
you sing like your life depends on it
you sing and crawl your way up out of the cavern
of d**h called this ward
curdling dreams