We drink silver
And eat stones
I clean my fingers in the rain
Put the sadness in my shoes and jump
We move like spiders hiding from the storm
From bench to bench
Rust falls like pepper on our bread
Feast of feasts
Rust falls like petals on our feet
Dust to dust
Hair falls out in clumps
This is a new day
But not
We run and the bridge bows
Head dips
Wood bounces
Water comes close to our toes
Electricity gnaws through us
Eats inside
nibble crunch spit
I lick the dirt
The silver sticks inside and makes me choke
The stones mop up the blood
My fingers wrap around your hair
Another day is lost
The car is in the window
They think they can’t be seen
Like me
But things can always be seen
A little alchemy
A little loss
A little static stops the thoughts
We forget all we know
A glass of pink
A pinch of powder
When we drink the silver
We cannot be caught.
