All The Week

Misleading utterings
 Shadow boxer
 Right hook mood swings
 My endurance test
 I coughed and bled and caught my breath
 Tender in a burning sense
 The way we spoke when we were silent
 Repressed in living scenes
 Black and white like old TV's screens
 Front porch confessional
 Bottled feelings finally smashed
 Against the wall
 This is the virus
 Sitting in silence
 Armed with expression
 With vague misconceptions
 Came to me in a bleeding dream
 On filtered avenues of light
 Blue serenity turned red angrily
 Thought provoking in a distant tense
 A perfect paragraph of broken narrative
 These dusty floors
 Don't seem to come clean anymore
 I'm watered down
 Evaporated from the ground
 Connections faltering
 Dehydrated when the phone rings