Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched    the lead to the pages of your manuscript.    I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my    strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence.    It wasn't quite what is seemed: a lack of pleasantries    (my able body isn't what it used to be)    I must admit I was charmed by your advances:    your advantage left me helplessly into you.       Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could    taste your lipstick on the filter...       I tried my best to keep my distance form your dress    but call-response overturns convictions every time.    My memory cannot recall: a wave of alcohol we shared    a cigarette and shaved the hours off.       Lushing with hallway congregation, my best judgment    signed its resignation       I rushed this. We moved too fast, trips into    the guestroom.