Bullet rain
Beats the landscape...

Suspended reality,
Dangles from the loose ends...

While searching through this dire site,
A truth came to my knowledge...

Take me to the end
Cut...

Fortunes in pieces,
Glass touch and gone...

Exploited
Hammered taps...

Sweet infatuated bliss,
With each sweet instant...

Floundering arms
Tickle the sky...

Tracing, tracing,
The dribbling horizon...

Weak wings unfold,
In gentle tremble...

Trolleyed fear it
Weaves between the aisles...

I miss being missed/ miss kisses/ miss misses
and mister/ words on a page...