Good luck with the diamonds, jewelery, heist; this drivers out to tea I'll leave the forage for the mice

How delightful it must be
when twiddling fingers cease to feel

forced to scattered light
a hunted shallow sight
this mechanism never fails to spring and spill


writing a thousand symphonies
slumber for blue eyes
slaying at beck and call

terse as trembling's in my shoulder
muscles tense and ease as beating progresses
turn as yellow blinkers in the night
I remember how she looked in dresses

scarce as sacrilege
a lovers feet searching for warmth in the cozy comfy blankets and crisp sheets
let us circle for another lap of torn plastic garbage we garnish to taste
lies carry us forward to paychecks and graffiti on the walls defaced

return to the baseline rhythm round robin
weather the gutters glintful gesture with a muddy splish splash
or wealth thru gods view from green dusted mountaintops bolted down in brick by heaven

tumble tumble on the tearing asphalt triggers my memories
mark the well read page with an off centered crease
but its first edition
let the value decrease

debonair disasters
drinking from the thought of you

separate the skin from man
you have the makings of a believer
put your faith in honest love
begin the building of deceivers