Twenty Moons

Why are people more
Interested in how a building reaches to the sky
Than it touches the ground

She is always looking up
As I pull concrete from my teeth
And in exchange of complication
If I lose her where will I be?

Her 20 moons
Elude me in my time of need
Her 20 moons
Elude me

Bells and hammers are rarely friends
But my promises stand tall
And are here with me
And are here with me

The flies will feed on corpses
As do the frogs on them
And the mosaic of broken bottles
Lodged in my neck
Bleeds conveniently