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No Way To Say

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

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