after the style of The National
the shadow lines across the wall
make that low hum of time hiding
in the gaps between attention
half-drawn in misty fall
smudged by my own careless hand
i only dream when in the wake
of something i want to think
is greater than myself
this rubber band around my ankle
the problem with service is the chain
so
give in
to it
inspect me with great care,
check me over ! i
mesmerized by it,
showing off in
every other
way
concrete bruised with water
turns out a hammer
excellently
describes the shape it made
where a poem would falter
oh, waiting for the day
to
give in
to it
inspect me with great care,
check me over ! i
mesmerized by it,
showing off in
every other way
waiting for the day