Asleep on our Knees

We could be depraved any minute of the day,
laid down like Cayman Islands' habitual silence.

laid down like flaming wicker, flames and flicker.

There's peace in absence – and I'm left wanting

We balance atop a playful STAND [who]
promises to support us [and]
oath like no one else can do.
help lay down my head, upon a pillow on my bed

We could be engaged any minute of the day
wand'ring about why, or
wond'ring about why

But we stay — straight.

We discuss the ways to stay up late:
Cappuccino, látte, Betty Page.
Wilford Brimley, Bonnie Raitt.

We construct a waiting game –
playing each-others' turns away.

Keep our feet on the ground,
our heads are in the clouds,
stop the discussion & get us down,
with oath like no one else can do– promise to support me.

We stay
on display
any minute of
the day.

Fingers twitching, let us speak.
We're needy kids so leave us be.
Hit me with that Windex, kid –
and clear a way for us to leave.

laid down

We go down, and sleep on our knees.
Time slows by, and then rewinds.
We arise, still hear breathing like too much reverb...

exhaling wet breath on our jeans. un-do-ing our seams unravelling exposing our knees

Asleep when things aren't always as they seem, reluctant,
to expose anything, like, say, ourselves

ever again

There's enough of that in the world, but people keep on giving
Such generosity mends itself like a soldier in the bush
tending to press-on rather than dress his wounds.

Such exposition's like endless direction...
Concentration as time, sadly ends.

Clamber... up and be on the right or left side to begin.
It's all so messy, but we must begin.

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