Go
All one has to do is walk
I know you grit around viability - see
hopeful lives with fat pupils, and
desperately soaked, glance outward.
I know you've coined a grandiosity for yourself,
but you're aware nothing's free and bringing yourself
to your biggest hands is a slippery pill
int he peach throat of the high-heeled woman
holding only a faint leash
But distractions are figments, and desire a cloudy drink
you need not walk on fours, hear her clacking stride, fight,
or come undone
you only- and I mean it,
you only have to walk













