[o'queery]

The walk here was
perfectly
painful

Each step reeking
of wells
and the Daffodil's You
sent out of spite on
a Tuesday of last winter

My eyes fill with
the ruddy bricks
of yesterdays anger


Splintered Runes
fly beneath my wicked boots
that helped me run
away from You

Without sound


Devoid of panicked
teary goodbye's
I won't let you see my
coward heart as
I pass you by


Hot cheeks flaming
with the Phoenix
I promised you'd be
if you only trusted in me

In you

In us

I raise my middle finger
to the lightless sky
A gesture that I'm known
so well for

(My M.O these days)

I suck in stale air
as I quicken my footwork
Jumping on the # 7 to pray
I won't break into a million little pieces


Maybe next time