would crawl
back
in

given free
choice,

should i bore
song-

i’ll grow in
voice,

chiming
on-

nightingale
summons
dawn.

don’t let drapes
lull ya,
lass-

hailstorm’s
abreast,

indenting
chest-

hiding
home’s best,

out with that
trash..

into mud
bath.

bracelet always
where i
rest
it,

next to wanting
wallet,

coffee
ring

like skull and
bones..

around my
phone’s
not

where i
left
it,

next to missing
wallet.