it is divided for me, for while
whether the stars, are here
if not then maybe I'm not here

bold shadow from your body
weary against the low moon
reach for a vape to tend to
the addiciton happening to me

with that only terrible thing
the pavement porch littered

where the harmony
plucked your strings

red or fire
whether stones crumble or
they die
-
and fall from it
through the sand
into the sea
find a piece of the "lord"

such as the day of in a sunbed
the problem of the body
or the bloods spread
from the collision of sharp rock
and the nothing tylenol
can do about it now
when the shark comes