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 plaintiff penciled in doubt

Color slides on into your 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 running out like regs, every one I ever had

Every fork determent following your lead, evergreens and a foam sea

Formulas and foul lips tied in canvas bags shreded into tiny scabs

Every single instinct running out like regs, every one I ever had

Every single instinct