Exercise Part II

Black purrs life into Midnight; and I

I stand alone.

Ashamed.

Because I never gave you the Sherwood Forest
you needed to roam

(It was only broken grass and brackish rivers,
you see?)

(It was like I buttered a cat’s back and
threw it off the roof
just to see what would happen.)

Yeah. The cat never forgave
me either. She just
pisses on me in my sleep

to watch me glisten


(And that’s when it hits me.)

When I ooze out of bed
dripping not from sweat and
hoist my body into the shower.

(That’s when it hits me.)

It drips holy water on my head,
and leaves me crazy.

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