punctuation is used when something ends but I’m not quite finished yet
days knock together like dominoes
a false fluidity with each jilted dive
to the ground my brains chattered
inside my bones because
without definition the colours
bleed like I never have or could scab
red and swill brown life and death
aren’t really different matters they are simply
an avoidance of their counterpoint
so we exist in cycles bumping
onwards like flat tyres because things
will take the wind from us just
to remind us we’d forgotten to breath
in the
first place but still we turn no
corners and I expect I never will
