Saddled by a life that’s tick tocking away
I let him rest his heavy head on my shoulders frail.
We’re the cast aways, the
bitter scums of an existence riddled with
fantasies of suffering and gold.
His name is John and mine Meredith, and
with hands folded like hooks, we
hang on to the noose, ripping it apart
we untie the line as we skip…and
skip…in merriment as
we dare fate to deal its next card.