So much for telling off the suspense…
Spies! Hidden in all the left pockets
Scratching fingers off
Begging at the Gods they don’t believe in
And for what?
To live an extraordinary long life on a boat?
Whose getting off on this
Sweet agony of having no disposition
Go pick up some tricks in the panic room
Keep strumming up the subtleties
Let them lay their upturned bodies
Until the breathing sounds real.