Bite your tongue until 

the blood comes to spit out the 

venom within you  

There was a time when 

footfalls in an empty hall 

didn't feel lonely 

Consume, consume, cons,

conservative pundits can't

keep their fictions straight 

Nuzzling muzzle 

and hot breathe in the morning 

is a wake up call  

We dug for treasure

in cereal boxes 

before we'd finished

Puzzles and secrets 

of bodies and minds remain

to be cracked open 

Minor scales played on

a sax give the neighborhood 

a carnival air