shattered glass, crooked frame
6am and a stretch fares damm well
love junkie on the prowl, bloodshot screaming eyes
resentment is the enemy
defeat the aftertaste that taints the water
revitalize as a token of mercy
this gift remiss of words unspoken
few years gone by the bus window
a pillar of waiting the storm
out of breath, out of dreams
cannot match the eyes on the bathroom mirror
admiring the sink drain spit, blood and tears
this hurt a gargoyle of age,
always late
when one speaks his mind
when the lungs alert me to the fact
they are collapsing due to the altitude
as the rope dangles and the brow stick to the clouds
carrying my sweat and doubts
as my mate holds my life unto a rope and metal device
I grind foolishness to dust
the journey to the peak fulfils my necessities
this course a remedy that delays the trigger
in the walls my weakness is exposed
and boy, does that canny beauty steal my breath
it gets exactly what the horizon deserves.
