EMOAT

Wondering why it’s only me.
On the way down.
Holding on to what.
The weak vines on shallow feelings.
You are all wet now.
MOATS
Around castles, around kings
Not just watery moats;
Alligators:pirrhana:leeches:sharks:
Eat you alive.
It’s like hell.
Hot not but wet yet
Satan is lacking in his ever yielding
Presence.
My saddle is waiting. Bounce.

10/04