Wet postered walls

frictional days with the fluid drained out.
a viscous exhaustion diffused through cartilage.
it's been a decade since a fluency of movement.
and ten out of fifteen is a hefty percent.
someone forgot the ocular for a silhouette getting dark.
And no one blocked the rear exits.
frictional days with the fluid drained out.
a viscous exhaustion diffused through cartilage.
no one had thought to safeguard by a card in the bicycle spokes
to forecast this audible exit.
explosives weighed, he let the test begin.
explosives set and going down, going fast, going gone.
but now a wet postered wall is a mural of evidence,
a haunting present tense littered with artifacts.
select the those who wait nextdoor to paint a backdrop for this.
the things they saw. the world they thought they shared.
the inner air tube has punctured one last time, and now,
we check the stories but the facts glue permanent.
there's something i can't tell you, it's something i might try,
an action potential firing. there's something i should tell you,
kids at home don't try. an action potential firing,
it's all or nothing.