Aldente Pasta

Remonstrations, I set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth

And as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning

A cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled

Must I now dance for scraps of bread at the table of your denial

You let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes

All pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs

Our necks like tangled swans all calm above the water all above board for now at least

There's specks of paint chipped off the walls

The mirror has lied since Valentine's

But as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored

We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes