t e m p o r a l

slushy sway
the meds
distilling rampart
and nocturnal
dissolutions

cotton batten
to run through
the barrel
on a string

the oil of
humility
the shiny
cartridge of ideals

the weight and wear
and comfort
of it on my hip

from all the
places where
i owned up to
the tables and took
a risk

found love in rooms
for a price

and tasted the dirt
and flesh of weather
when safety and
shelter were
forgone to be
in the adventure