Coordinates

This is the outcome
when they add more weights
on the barbell and subtract words
spoken to her an adjusted site
with a lens of testosterone
but they can't see anyway
because alcohol has filled them
more than she ever will

We are the chivalry battling time
with our thoughts carved
onto paper let everyone
gossip of my absence
I've traveled the world for this

23 miles turn to seconds
when that right turn
slides the concrete
into two choices
always making the right choice
and darkness
accompanies me
as I lay angling the ash flavored
car seat until the light
in her eyes knocks on the
window

The is the last of idealism
and of God's intentions
but doesn't everyone
sleep aside the lawn
just for a two hour glimpse
doesn't everyone open the doors
for such delicate flowers
to be given and treasured
or do we not water them anymore?