sweet lanterns, tender—pendulous ryles,
it lies, teeth clenched, between the gaps
youth lives somewhere, but not, if all—defiled
a vain tongue speaks, of past and present traps
a full beak drivels and remembers
what being thirsty brought
a sliver of the page in embers
old love seems to enjoy the knot
pitch and strike to sever hope
we sit upright on hardened wood
a foul beyond a wall, a slope—
he shows me teeth, undressed manhood/
age shows in corners/mouths that curve
a habit earned and eaten/well deserved
