Your lies are tracks of the past
and though you ran a million different...

I swear I've glimpsed
your burnt orange skin...

-
Arriving as shower's tears...

While I was gone, you wrote a letter titled...
I was not aware that on the edge of tomorrow...

Dearest Peanut Butter,
what have you done to my lips...

I.
It's unspoken boundaries...

I've been
counting...

I have accepted you,
not as an inglorious extension...

and it all comes back
when red and blue flash...

drifting
with no destination in mind...

you left me to
fend for myself...

I could never sleep through
you disturbing me...