Your brush with allegory left you sleeping in some dark metaphor Taking your pencil to that…
A heartbreak since revealedpenned down & waiting for reviewFinally colourcomes with the morningbut…
Speaking on the virtues/ angles of timethere became a gapin which nothing cameNo one lined up\ no one…
The theft colours just one night& the rest of your lifePlaced in constant position/ a ruined…
Because this is something to explain…how I get here, all twistedwith my legs up/ by my ears…
Magnified too many timesthe heights of dissension/ stretch belowusFeeling yet…
Dosing the conversation with a blunt amountof viciousnesskeeps your hand working, your eyes…
Those filling stations where you frame your treeswith visionsas you go through your lifeThe bars…
Leaving the art fallen to the side of the main structure thatgoes with your generalization…