sell the holes in your socks

chadwick

ran hard
held the flame to the shadow
crawled when wire came down around the neck
turned around
blood dripping cold

nailed the crucifix
heavy like brick trouble
she only stands the reflection
flaming hair
rust in a war for more

goodnight you bastards

chadwick

crowded feels like me
my elbow, a wood surface
i easily feel discomfort
?what is this

intensity owns

why not? wire walls
this here
floors are dirt all the time
always flesh pains

thinking isn't freedom
chained/caged
the beast within blasts
a small child cries out
the comedy show closes
another hospital rings hello
streetlights flicker

no one is home
maybe later

chadwick

kinda like a busy piano
keys far away
still sound alive maybe
no ending but the curtain did fall
feel this
heard or deaf
the understanding is small
complex like marble's ages
luster has faded as a rotten bog

the fingertips do not want touch
a believable piece of sheet music may perish awhile
real quick

rollings

Jesus