escaped in fear
perished in mud
out of the fudge,
they were groundless.
the pebble in the back
painted the mouth carmine.
looking at the dried mouth,
he felt the 'sometimes'
looking down,
the steel ring pushes up
along his shins and knees.
sunday night,
he took and passed the test
in his boxers.
wishing sweat wasn't
a green galaxy of love