Seasoned innocence
upon layers
of tough love,
rock hard

Touch of
make-up, made up
of promises made,
broken
broken up and down

Our hero, he’s not –
he is anti self,
anti everything,
cutting into himself with
another man’s fist

Powerless
power in
the shadows,
reaching, longing
hungry

She’ll live and
drink again,
don’t you worry
but he’ll lose

As lost as
lost in losing
while bordering
on winning
the whole

Damn game.