Bear Trap

Son of man

Curtain dipped in blood

Won't you just grow your teeth

Toothy token prayers and

Don't give permission to speak

And all the while it reminds [?]

Breathing in grit

My fingers smell of coffee grounds

But I can just about do it

Sleeping through the engine sound

Now can I take what's coming my way?

[?]

The air here is a solid exhausted sour cracked cinder block

But man is created

Skirting the walls of his own high tower

Did I miss the window?

Did I miss the window?

I don't think I missed the window

But maybe I'm [?]

I am [?] thinker

So I'll go easy with my razor over my teenage skin

Thank you Thomas Stearns for thanking God

One day they will stop on the bridge

Take off their hats and become [?] trees

I'll dance my way to a joy

Get ready to be ready for something good

For something good

Let me hear you say

I can just about do it