doves on the wall
I thought for a time or two
salmon colored silver lining
too tall to touch
left hand bereft
right hand rifle
my lungs have given up
on the breathe
caged in my moustache
washing down rubric
with ashes


Leave my gander be
Indulged in the simplicities of war
That grainy gecko won't let go
If not for a second of slumber
Sleeping on the sun we forgot
For a while begrudgingly