Coordinates

This is the outcome

when they add more weights

on the barbell and subtract words

spoken to her an adjusted site

with a lens of testosterone

but they can't see anyway

because alcohol has filled them

more than she ever will

We are the chivalry battling time

with our thoughts carved

onto paper let everyone

gossip of my absence

I've traveled the world for this

23 miles turn to seconds

when that right turn

slides the concrete

into two choices

always making the right choice

and darkness

accompanies me

as I lay angling the ash flavored

car seat until the light

in her eyes knocks on the

window

The is the last of idealism

and of God's intentions

but doesn't everyone

sleep aside the lawn

just for a two hour glimpse

doesn't everyone open the doors

for such delicate flowers

to be given and treasured

or do we not water them anymore?