No one moment ever knows.
No hour or day wears the same.
Time is not antidote.
Time is treachery.
I have to go.
Leave it to message.
Drop the coat to my shoulders.
Adjust the lipstick.
Half-kissed cigarette in the pocket.
The ghosts come out in mirrors.
I need skin.
Death to flick its shoes off with a toe.
Time is tyranny.
Touch its enemy.
I gather at your door in drifts.
Spoon and kettle sound my drums.
I am the moment.
Let me in.
Let us end this day colored Earl Grey.
Drink to my sin.
~ Written with Brendan Bonsack