Sss
Whistling through my teeth
A snake
Plucking at that string
Ssss
Shedding
I died for art once before
I died for beauty
I died for loving god too much
shimmering
In this breeze
Let me be the cymbal in the strings
Don't let me drown
I already suffered for that mute
I already blew that fuse
Whistling through my teeth
like a snake enraptured
by its pray
sighs engulfing
it with its eye
whistling like a woman
at a gas station
waiting for a
ride
whistling
dust through
the yellow metal
of my earring
half open half closed
a pony being brushed
by a snare
the sweet cry
falters
big cold drops
on an unsuspecting
crop of unsuspecting
rye
the farmers gone
missed the blossoming
we carry it with us
I only hope we know