All The Week

misleading utterings shadow boxer right hook mood swings my
endurance test i coughed and bled and caught my breath tender in
a burning sense the way we spoke when we were silent repressed in
living scenes black and white like old t.v.s screens front porch
confessional bottled feelings finally smashed against the wall
this is the virus sitting in silence armed with expression with
vague misconceptions came to me in a bleeding dream on filtered
avenues of light blue serenity turned red angrily thought
provoking in a distant tense a perfect paragraph of broken
narrative these dusty floors don't seem to come clean anymore
i'm watered down evaporated from the ground connections
faltering dehydrated when the phone rings