Television
It eats me raw
It wires shut my jaw

This butterfly

And this summer

It makes me aware
Of the sandy blonde bangs you brush away
From your eyes


Now that wasn't very polite


And this wall
It puts me off
It makes me crawl

Straight into a headlock

And I saw you absorb

The strains
Consume the drops
When my mouth froths


Now that wasn't very polite


And I miss
The autumn, it all
The bottom of the beginning

Of our fall

And comfort

Is what I sense
A feeling that I receive
Through my descent


Now that wasn't very polite