drizzle.

there's no heart in sight

my mind is racing

stop 

well.

strip woes.

call on favors the thoughts are aflame

can't keep tabs, pull off the frames

the lies are sheathed, well kept in our countenance

stay firm, ready for exclamation, slightly exhausted

to keep our corners

folded and neatly secured

no more trapper keepers and hallway notes

staples of our once believed life

and my heart is racing

no slumber, 

fighting off the sublime

smiles are meant for days beyond our days

in the meantime we wear our what have you mays

drenched in the perfume of warm beer and mint cloves.

alternatives and compromises, diets and starved minds

staring at barren cups and speckled saucers

wondering what vague universe has packed away for their undoing

and my heart is pacing

slow.

slow

keep tracing the lines of your ageless suspicions

washing the filth from your 'ware

dirt from your nails

scraping the barrels, 

scratching at the cats eyes

we are here for the occasion

and my mind is racing

dream

spent

days

end.