On Negative Palms
Gunboats float in warm water of the gondolas
Serenaded in unsunlit space
Passengers with their left & rights
Stamped tight across their revolver eyes
Peepholes poked throughout el vida de linea
The deadly sounds of cat and mouse
Fearlessly toy with sense of perception and I cannot mend us
I cannot breathe into your lungs a fresh breath of truth
Soon you will become me
With your broken sense of serendipity
Quiver your lips and expend your meaning
With a smile so corposant
Would you dare to blink at the mirror?
Throwing stones and tossing pebbles
Into the depths of impure puddles (The reflection ripples in response) Who lit the dock afire and broke the poles?
And finished their salvation off with shots fired into the bottom of the boat?
The photographers are littering and lining the sidelines
Cameras in hands and strapped on hips
Flashes explode, they will go down with their exposure
Snubnose guns snuck within pursed lips
This eject shell will witness all