Room of Low Ceilings

In a room of low ceilings

You're becoming appealing...

Fuck if I know the Why,

in and out my chest sighs

as the eye lids do dancing

in your caustic attempt

to ignore and deplore...

...You can claim your exempt

just as much as one dares to

in this room with no air...

In a room of low ceilings

right before curtain call

I will punch my own ticket...

I will confuse them all

with their mouths hanging slack,

and a knife in their back...

All the shakers that glisten

draw it closer and listen

as I reveal my story

full of gory details...

...There's the one bout the

dying...

Road-kill left out to rot...

As the snail leaves his postage

in a misconstrued spot...

...There's the one bout the

splitting,

and the ragged entrails,

but let's go back to last night

when your eyes

tipped my scale,

and I filled with a liquid

of mysterious means...

In a room of low ceilings

you'll be spilling your beans

as we roll round together

under twinkling lights!...

...Fuck if I know the reasons...

Flesh on flesh

at midnight.

©

2/12/20

Fallen Sparrow (Alessa Cleanse)