civilized
all our lives
not a breath

the grass unmoved
to sleep inside the stillness


without blood
without air
all the stares

averting eyes
this was what’s worse than dying


my mind was set
just like the sun’s red
but now the sun is setting

there have been some
that cut me good
the blood was there for letting


the weekend nights
can change your life

unfold your arms
one last surprise
something before we die


our eyes closed
once more will not roll

this killing is good killing
despite the red and years and years of sinning
elizabeth is winning


bikes on dirt roads
in st. andrews

under pines i’d let you win
canada is purity
that has nothing to do with our skin


unrefined
the pitch of pines

grass stained shirts
and $#&@ed up hair
to breathe outside the stillness


with your blood
and the air

withstand the stares
straighten eyes
we do not fear this dying


our eyes are closed
once more will not roll

this killing is good killing
despite the red and years and years of sinning
elizabeth is winning

forget these lights
we don’t need so much explaining
elizabeth is winning