Man of Symmetry
your shadows are bare
naked and oblivious to me
your shadows are bare
naked and oblivious to me
with a bed-side manner
that could slip through cracks
we split hairs over current affairs
burried somewhere in your eyes;
confessions
suede armor between the lines
in the corner of my mind
i am courting disaster
the tip of my tounge is eager
it occurs to me
that angels on tv
have been formatted to fit my screen
hendrix awaits in castles of sand
while lennon is quiet and numb
dylan is ranting
drake is sleepless
like you: wilson is waiting to die
though they play for now
by your bed
till the hospital lights decline
the roof of my mouth misses the cold
the scales on my palm grow thin
i catch
a
midnight bus
back
home