peek a boo.

am I coasting along?

slow and subtle

bar taps
a crowds roar
subtle words
make for not so subtle
my cheeks sore

I'm Giving You On Count Of Three

vintage patterns of floral
upright piano
and the trace of fingernails
engraved into your palm

whispers unnoticed
glances in the periphery
whiskey swaggers
tea cup stained by your lips
relinquish for a moment

solid

literal lines

wonh wonh

the body breaks

gasping for your mouth

please tell me

i'm going in the right direction.