It’s within falling we find-
Sullen whiskey bits and underwater sediments
Left upon the shore on a Monday morning
The beauty in believing you’re lucky to be breathing
Although you’re not so lucky
Not at all

Inches from the mega bed
(Henry held his cane in the speeding limousine)

Seven in the Mary Janes and velvet pullover
clutching uncle and cousin above
the hollowness in which you lie

Hiccups and tears while we take turns throwing dirt
I would knock but you’re too far down
We head back (to the speeding limousine)

there was remorse in finding that nothing had changed