Sam Three

What’s your crime a vision that runs, easy with the wine, don’t get bitter, what passes for love, won’t tolerate this, forget broken lives, that sing in your blood, they’re all other tithes, that you sip, with swollen gums, need to change grip, entwine, silence or scrub, others that climb, no more lifts, hands that you scrub, illusory hits, hear the clock chime, another drop of rum, remember the time, pull-on oven gloves.