the lass was waiting at the end of the aisle and
she walked closer, until her skin turned
darker. The sexy man was waiting
with manners carved out of stone.
The hammers to the
anvil are leaning towards the
earth’s core. with life
that is muddled in
the lakes, a baby was born
out of soil, wet earth. you knew
that you were afraid of the way that
he was pimpin’. I can’t see you
because you run so fast.