Passion in Your Bones

on the floor in the kitchen
was a bloody mess
the one that we left
after we took an oath
to leave home
to finally disperse
all of our final words
before the leaving of this
hole in the ground

for all the sweaty back-seats
and the skin between our teeth
and the foreign land
that we've been exiled to
for this old place
now seems new

there's this bastard in my step
but it's all i have left now
and this crooked stare
into this hopeless page
that i had at once laid to waste
my hope to swallow bourbon
and spit out a fucking miracle
that would bleed this hypothesis dry
that before we are born
we all must die