I will go by 

grape-vine and 

vinegar 

to the warm sea

bring back

the tranquil life 

for you

-

I must stand

silent

street lit and tired

waiting 

for the day’s bells

to ring

-

But this light

I find

Ringing with scold

It cant

give an answer

to you

- 

So I catch

the deer

in their fields

hoping 

their green slumber

lets you rest.

-

My arms here

are like

sanded down stones

stories

lingering in my

wet palms

-

Tell me again

the times

where you fell

and I 

will listen with ears

like shovels

-

Bury me here

with truth

and acidic wine

I will

take it.

again

and 

again.