supply
and demand
i feel lonesome when i call you on the telephone
you remind me of the worries i'll carry until the end of me
i'll dig wounds so deep inside
that i'll be buried inside of myself
i'll try all the levers and switches
until my fingers cry wet red caligoraphy on yr sleeves
the love of a lifetime
was more death in swipe
than a care that was true.
a speech that beckons like a postman
announcing that he has something for you
but all i have left is this self-embrace.
