consider confrontations
  this is a shy and quiet morning
  the sleeping dogs awoke last night
  the thunder scares them, stiff eyed
  exercise (your exorcisms)
  anger down (bleeds the same)
  autumn night,
  stay soft and cool
  come morning light
  i'll be gone
    step tears and tired of watching
  they're filing out the big top doors
  i'm buried in the smell of circus
  those dark clouds are rolling in
  drunken mouth (kitchen smile)
  please summon me softly to sleep
    today i've seen a dragon
  on the ripped and worn out armrest
  stay back the skin is laced with sticks of dynamite
  i'll be burning out
  like a shooting star
  a thousand pretty lights
  of silly singing feelings
  i should be on trial
  for everything i haven't done
  i should be on trial
  for everything i haven't done