Don't you know that when I leave
My eyes become a million pieces of
glass?

There are six windows
and three brown splotches, must be
from the last time
I rode it like a
cannonball.
Tumbling.

The line on the left side
reverse artwork on a nude
metallic canvas.
It's a
reputation preceding.

There is a force on your elbows
when you follow the invisible line
it climbs into your eyes
like an
earthquake arching.