COLD WAR

1.

let me drift

on the sea.

let me drift

on the flicker

of your eyes

when i told

you it was 

okay to be bad.

2.

i could

count on four

hands, the 

amount of time

i burst my

eyelids, dreaming

of children and

a nice house.

3.

but even still,

i understand your

makings are too

divine for me to understand.

help me move through

this endless bout

of unproductiveness.