the razor's egde

the river of my heart
floats
high tide
and low
praises
graze
like
silent
bullets
because
i'm bitter
for
being forced
to shoulder it
right hand
and left
what's
my personal best
kingdom come
for what
cannot be controlled
the razors edge
of the untold
broken this
night
and that
marches
i'll never
get back
lineage like
avocado trees
loose leaves
hard fruit
locked up
like
canine tooth
clenching
down
clamping in
too much,
too soon,
again.