that after – hour shiver
midnight turmoil
sky in my eye
skin in my hand
he will demand an explanation
before our expiration date
runs late
it’s that hour when its
too early to be morning
and too late to be night
too wrong to be right
and too much left to write
skim my heart
and wipe the dust
you’re hazardous to my formless lust
evacuate
pretend you don’t hate
the ones you left behind
initiate, abbreviate
do you really think
you can hide from the blind?
they can find you
in the heart
that you tore apart
and signed
and sold as art
