Day 11 (Morning without coffee)

Disgust we discussed to determine the shallow depth of our perpetual kiddy pool of dream splashing water wings flap hard on surface tension stretched hard over canvas the last step and first regret of our low fever pitched screenplay

Fast hand couldn’t grab and hold slick tail fell fall and fail

Slow drip quick sip simple slip

Left me lost in the right hand column of your determined refrain and disillusioned distain cut my veins in search of fast pulse tender beating fleeting moment of our slow desire the quag and the mire holy sinking vessel fleshy temple with no soul to save.