I saw your wind lost in brushing

against the very core

with so much confusion spent

in a long day’s run

for a reason to not say good bye

the sky was a grey lid

you a banana peeled in vain

sunset was just another reason

to hurry up

cavernous constriction confine

totality of temptation

is a dark desire for more

than vacuum cleaners and rum

you bend the rules because you can

you tell no one of the silence

the trapped rat is in agony

your ladders are running out