Rattlesnakes Smell Like Split Cucumbers

Tear the corners off your 20 dollar bills

And paste them to
the swimmers shoulders

Save your spilling

Shorthand
and black thread

My side was aching low

We’re idiots
again

Comfort’s made of glass

All along the fault ripe
enough to rain

Mercy waits to let you lie

It’s not far
to lean

Just enough to speed curb

Hit running warm

Too close to ever see

Waiting station reds

Shift
down into clear

Shake the lead off your hands

Sawdust
mouthing

Roman axes way

Tender crazed the storm rolls
down your spine

Comfort’s made a mess

All along the
fault ripe enough to rain...