Fault // Line

Rise Up! 

The season to weep bears no fruit. 

Boxcars blast by selecting the 

frame-by-frame of a dreary horizon. 

Fallow Fertility- what was bred is bad. 

Better believe you hold your hands 

too close to the Fire.

Barriers, fences, all to 

alleviate your eyes of recognition of 

Fault and Fear of Forever. 

Release the wrong which lives a life of luxury-

Lingering in lies, lost in an intricately interlaced

architecture of your own construction.

Rubber band snap of 

those that strap my chest. 

Heavy heave and sideways glance to 

disguise the mistaken identity. 

Veiled by dimmers and seat belts, 

time leaps into itself over the blue in her eyes. 

You rise up with you feathers and flurry. 

I sidestep and hide lost in buried worry. 

Spacebar blur and sigur slide into sunset. 

I miss the coccoon and the

ripping of my own dear 

sweet silk sack still stalks me. 

Shall I light another cigarette 

(to illuminate my face enough to see out the window)?