Tar my sutures.
I’m a few miles shy
Of a round-trip as it is
But I refuse to eat your donuts.
Ramparts smoke in the early dawn.
The moats groan and yawn with carp.
Ask me to breach it all you want
But that’s a package deal with the donuts
And I’m not breaking the set.
Salt & pepper, night & day,
Reason & logic all forecast
Tomorrow bleeds brown.
Hitch your jackass to my supernova.
Here’s my card, stop by
When you have less time
And the carp are fully awake.