stale skates

we used to clip our nails
and sift through dusty worn out sleeves
looking for that perfect soundtrack to our
best written version of our lives

i'd write liner notes to your approval
swarms of pastebins and scrabble inspired breach
shared baths and inched admiration

droves of metallic bands and wet paint
here lies the last of the galvanizing head hunters
i could never have been so close to expect retracted inhibition

the pastors have all gone to lunch
and the ideas of an arranged coexistence
salt on your shoulder
sweat on your binds

we wrote the letters
we took back the novels
and rearranged the furniture
clothes in trash bags
cut tongues and noteworthy feet forward mute locks

divvy up the dance hands
jackal bartered beer bellies
and shock put ankles

we'll all walk away from these things
well read and got it all figured up

procurements for the stag dads
bookishly well esteemed pebble drifters
kicking away at the dust clouds.