we were breathing like
the chocking desert dust
that they beat on
just to move on.

severed green in
all the slates that
keep them up on
just to move on.

every child in your
book of creatures book
of leaves going on
just to move on.

your face is haunting
but while im lacking all of every
do you even look on
just to move on.

the pulp is fixing
your image is pinching
the clockes that tick on
just to move on.

wrinkled bed covers
peeled deep down in her skin
in my own to turn on
just to move on.

these words are fragile
but how they seethe with the string
who would jump on
just to move on.

just to smoke all
just to shoot up
just to drink down
just to move on. me.