the ways almost down

cosmic constant, sneaks to be diluted pinned down with prison franks playing footsie not a long ride loveless daybeds abandoned signals fighting eyes across trafficked lies earthern worms bait filled cells in bread tape worn in xrays of osiris skipped eventually in tag enough to walk down walking home, down further than, better days sinkers on a string blankets of kelp, poisoned and learned the baby won't need a pack of smokes