Stuck at the table
to listen
your drunken lines
drain me no rest
listen
It's not much of a dance
to wait to feel
the sadness go
We'd laugh and measure
take our dreams out
touch the sea
journey together
discover
make maps
Nothing written
No contract
No default
I may take the hardened path
believe the picture you have
is my illustration
but the blisters on my feet hurt
and I don't spoil for a fight
I just want to rest
You click your fingers
the sound of control
the smell of extinction
You're indecent
a mule of a guest
a fragment bolstered to wholeness
Let's pull the curtains
sit in the dark
think back to before