the new

We are:
Contracted, redacted,
calm, cool – and collected
Leaning meaning,
collision course for the ceiling
Slamming deep, crawl and creep,
dirty wine that we drink
Time, then fall –
Gravity? I can’t think
You’ll find no place with me,
but floor under your feet.

You are:
Buttons coming undone,
fingers tremble defeat
Turning gray, with the weight
of the lies that we speak
No attempt at retreat,
treating, beating this heat
Poison; bring me a drink
let it flow through my feet
Through the lies that you speak
breathing closer to me
Gleaning meaning, succeeding
but failing to need.

I am:
Devil you, devil me
keep an eye on belief
It’ll break you and shake you
and pull underneath
Pull the ground at your feet,
dig the dirt up so neat
Leave a hole six feet deep
so the wolves cannot eat
What was left of our meat,
after so little sleep
Choke the air from the earth
and find some relief.