You thought
as all men

we’d just swallow
what got forced

gone speechless

choke cherry flavored balm
salves overspent lips

cracked under pressure
too many head games

digging into pastoral dreams

what is what
on this platform of real

brothers where art thou
though you painted her posed

hiding yellow spots gone swollen

screwing with reality
we wait for it alone

the tick continues to gorge
on the loyal

this is no place for beast
or her

men only
the warped sign hangs on one screw
a fallout shelter hiding

burnt offerings and a dirty mattress
you question but

beneath the surface there is only
you in this box.