Sweet shrewd prince, unrun, do stay
I’m left chasing the last word of my sentences
I would, I would but I'm too drunk to address it
Effortless, you drip with honey and tar
Enough of it to leave me wondering
Perhaps enough to repel
You make it so you’re too much of you to address
Whatever us may be, fuck it I’ll just
Hex it, as to leave a taste in my mouth
Like I was close enough to you
For in a dream, content, I thought I saw you
But he was a faceless entity, though I swear
In subliminals, anon, I felt
It was wholly you and no one else
This house of glass, that we beheld
With razors falling down your throat
And spilling out of skin, brazen, cold
A crown of flowers to lay to rest
Those little incisions that corrode
In an elusive memory, I watched you implode
In a vacuum, nothing has escaped
That fateful location, cooped up with
Dreams of future past, and gnawing whispers
That bring to light no more than should be
Spoken into the tangible
Spoken into me