I'm Climbing Up Those Walls Again

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript,

I took my thumb off the concrete
and saved up all my strength
to hammer pillars for a picket fence,

It wasn't quiet what it seemed: a lack of pleasantries
(my able body isn't what it used to be)

I must admit I was charmed by your advances
your advantage left me helplessly into you.

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
and I could taste your lipstick on the filter...

I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress
but call-response overturns conviction every time.
My memory cannot recall: a wave of alcohol
we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
and I could taste your lipstick on the filter...
Lushing with the hallway congregation,
my best judgement signed its resignation.

I rushed this. we moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.
I rushed this,
w moved too fast,
tripped into the guestroom.