Chr

Watching
to watch your step
around the sabretooth
snoozing in
the concrete with candles
cobblestones in the breath
of the boredom

a little bit of fret
in the petals of my sweat
but the drips are all meant for her
lying out on the studio floor

Art is the perfume
the deepest
recollection
of lovers in a piss cup

the shadows of misunderstanding
the shadows of grace

all crushed up
into cups
and steps

taken from the book of poetry: The History Of Hate or The Perfectly Misunderstood Mate, on 7/20/05