of all the things
i could choose to ponder
i choose that thing
I know least about
...
pain sleeps by the door
rain pours through the open window
the sunlight burns my eyes
I watch the devil beat his wife
...
Slip
of all the things
i could choose to ponder
i choose that thing
I know least about
the thing that continually avoids
my grasp
slipping through my drunken existence
into someone else's embrace