Stop the hands
Muffle the muzzle
Pull out the leash from
Under your own feet
Coming home has never tasted
So much like pond weeds
When the only hands of comfort
Are controlled by the last remnant of dream
Stay still
Stay stuck to one singularity
Of no chance
Tie your hands behind
Your back
For balance
Throw away the keyboard
Un send the sentiment
Stay still in a low lit bedroom
And hope no one comes
Calling at the door
Goodbye cruel curls
At the bottom of a neck
Stay there
Stay with sweat
Stuck like meat
Stay still in the fire pit
Burning inside your
Liver
Just one more glass
And I can feel your shiver
He promised
He sold the idea of
Absolution in a pair
Of glassy eyes
Looking at glossy lies
Don’t forget
Our tendency towards
Delusion
He said
Heave the leash back
To the illusion of
Nothing’s death
Stay there
Sit still
And sit pretty
Stop the momentum
And surrender the
Hope of moving
To them
Move the theory
To the limbs instead
Be everything between
The teeth of a needle
Break your ribcage
With internal screams
On symmetrical walls
Break the momentary
Sell of a heart full
Just stay still
And recognise two hands
On a face
Feels as good as two kissed
On a cheek
I see you tiny and strong
Full and meek
Who will inherit our hurt?
Who will close the blinds
On the next phone call
And lash back on the muzzle?
