Made sense of straight lines?
found submerged in shiny sublime.
Now isn’t a good time,
be as you were.

Long gone is what happens
after 1 a.m. passed,
half undressed looking for key inside,
wondering how you got home.

That’s all there is to offer,
from this point on.

It’s a kind of leverage, revenge.
Don’t cope then, conversation.
Alike in so many ways,
We are not the same.

Air in places that should be sound.
Fire in ways that are not profound.
strength pulled from a hat,
bullshit, and all that.

Disgusting now.
Left you in my dust.
No shame in desire,
climbing higher, higher, higher.