Ocean winter water sloshes around my gut. Words feel as slime does just before vomit These markers. Those crayons. I've lost somewhere somehow Cold dew drops on beer cans cursed morning pangs Donne dammed the sun but let it all be over and done These markers. Those crayons. I've lost somewhere somehow Distractions smell of erections tastes of strawberry nipples, dance like colliding flesh and sound of prayer and damnation These markers. Those crayons. I've lost somewhere somehow Days pile upon hours suffocating minuets devouring each second fucking every moment of breath These markers. Those crayons. I've lost somewhere somehow Stalk naked through houses tracing invisible faces upon empty halls, licking their silance These markers. Those crayons. dried up and nowhere to be found