Choking the neck of a grey goose
Never seen shame stand so tall
Her hand over my abdomen
Who now dons the disguise?
Wandering through the countryside
We will wait another day
The Grim Reaper riding his bike
Watching the dwindling tip of a cigarette
The yellowing of my fingernails
A tattoo of a compass
My watch tells me nothing
We will wait another day
Nose bleeds in spring
Air filtered through your lungs
My mouth hangs open during the moment of silence
Like a stethoscope with a volume knob
We will wait another day
Until there are no more