Sin By Sin

living sin by sin

the worst shadows are those you feel

sweepng your brow when eyes are squeezed tight

brushing your diastolic dreams

when umbral curve eclipses your hold and

pries it from the highest wires all that bears

my worth in such slow regard recedes

while falling all evidence suggest Selena shaves

and the urge to empty my pockets is strong

though my arms are just along for the ride

too short by a half squared so let

the wind roll my tongue over broken teeth

and taste the direction of whistling skin

as Herman talks of German trucks

and pancakes murder cherries

I know the pretty girls lie west of The Wash

I could show you every hole