the tortoise and the hare

You fell asleep on the floor
Loosely wrapped in a white towel
We shared everything behind this door
Undressed like sweet nothings
Moisture dried of two perfect bodies
And you no longer possess the strength.
My words also, are too weak
Meager feeding, let us be.
Let it be, let us feast.
Its not what I think its about either,
Add the sums, deduced birds daydream like sleepers.
Its like the words are flawed from the start
The stop, its not. The fart,
Flatulence placed on my heart.
Relative teachings, teach the nations first born.
Raised my own plant of earth and scorn.
No miracle gro, too far from tulsa's last snow,
So we know we don't know.
No prophet, no silk robe
But hey you've got that crown.
Use your last efforts to hold it down
Like liquor churning in a warm belly.
The weather is fair, distance from the rabbits hole, the habits fold,
and double up those bets.
Betting on the muse like betting on the hare
And not the tortoise sitting there.
less like a little old man
And more like
the touch of a cold hand.

Stainshane