i've been trying to show everyone your mannerisms
and why i need them
it seems very easy indeed
but your absence
fills lucid sleep
i would fall in the front aisle
of the chapel
staff picking up the corners of my life
slowly
offering me cigarettes
slowly
we are quietly kept
with mutual manners
so instead i've spit words like
self preservation
and
preventative maintenance
and they swirl from my mouth
like smoke lit fires
in rabbit holes
hounds waiting at the other end
to win
