As I suck down another refrain
itching arms to feathered brain
anticipation like grass colored camphor blades
little nicks at the webbing of tapered digits.
Tempered steel clings my bare dilated throat
one more tidal wave to smash the trembling boat
exhausted pupils and war-map White Rivers
quaking the honey-less lion to the quick.
Tender my resignation through
the guise of shock white tablets.