linens
no lights
for twenty one years
i pass you

let'(us)
get on down
to business
we are after all
biologically
emotionally
tied to it

lighting the fuse
to the ensuing bottle rocket
psssssssht-pssshoooom
pop

no second chance.
thee
last stand
found wanting

i wish to rip off
that sink
that counter
those bedsheets
stains
package them
to be thrown to the river
engulfed in a falling wind
splash (gulp)
and forgotten

never again-
but for a moment almost once-
will it ever be
that violent collision
between a prize and
it's folly

d well
it is
how it
has gone.

and left