every single instinct

oh what did i think

would happen?

bank robberies and a few drinks

slip back in

every page torn out and

a plaintive penciled-in doubt

color slides and india ink

landscapes strung up and still wet

form all ranges that lay flat

barely spring but green enough

obviously scarred but not too tough

every single instinct run them out like rags

every one i ever had

every fork and turn and following your lead

evergreens and a foam sea

formulas and foul lips tied in canvas bags shredded into tiny scabs

every single instinct run 'em out like rags

every one i ever had

every single instinct