Barefoot around town.

Barefoot around town.

Stay nameless.

If I can't own your name, I can't

own your body

I want to twist

and push it to breaking

points awarded for infidelity

Through a muggy room

I catch your eye and then

It's like

             God

                     She'd

                                look

                                         so

                                               good

In shackles, I find myself

biting

my nails

scratching at hell's gates

a dog, needing to

come inside

a criminal in his close up

caught

In the acting, I'd always struggle.

I am a performer, but terrible liar.

Are you

Believing any of this?

I hope

not because I'll surprise myself

Of that, I'm sure of no surprise.

But if you start to understand

There's no wall or

limitlessness.

There's just a bad dream

to shake you

and you'll walk down to the living

room filled with smoke and

you'll see as you scream

Benjamin.

Benjamin.

Benjamin.

The smoke clears, and all that's left is a creature, climbing from the window, sticky foot prints on the carpet. Misshapen and hideous, carrying over its shoulder a nameless woman, it made another exception for.