Long left and kept
Circled and pulled from where
it sits
Bows off to the rich
Future gets further down the well
Sutures and guards for the head
One more for the kiss
Up the walls,
the
bars across the room
To
lift the
covers onto you
The wonder of colour
Drips down the
lines until
Plumped up when it starts
And turn to hell
When
you've said your mistakes
And the numbers are
all fixed Just enough to lose
By the time it gets here
You're hurt from all that the language to
you has
It's said that when a hand is hurting you
Find to the fog and hope appears to recall
What's right or wrong
Back and forth, message to my mind
Never learned a lesson and you left
Stump side to side, loop back and forth
A silent forward, sent for
Fast pull in a styrofoam convertible A
cracked skull from all the hell you've been
And where the courses to dark to underwrite