barbecue

lets slaughter the sacred cow...it's eating all the trees

my definitions lie dormant. static codes kicked up in dust. an absence of innovation.

when fear passes the threshold, none of us make it out unscathed. in the corner a kettle boils and i am dancing to it's whistle. like a freight train on amphetamines. i can't stop to carry the load.

all of my sins are absolved as i lick the salt from your skin.

somewhere deeper a small seed sprouts.
i shelter it from the wind.