Chekhov

I was benched before the tip-off Seduced the words like Chekhov Don't try to brace the fall, when I hit the ground will the decibels clip? Perpetual skit, create a print in the cement Opportunities came and went The below freezing vermillion Turkish blend was my favorite scent Punctuate my evening, take a whiff and sparingly repent Contact minimal, feelings visceral It was never about what you said, it's the principle The art is kaput if it's digital Force-feed the means to the masses DIY taxes, refurbished homes The oracle was set in limestone Watch the rainfall erase everything you know Corrupt the poles and then I ski better Archaic pleasures, interlinked, steel tethers My rebirth delayed, she looked at me dismayed No prayers can leave me unscathed, I want the rest today Genghis in a trench coat pushing weight I lend hope to serenade To give up is to shave An appetizing pain, strong hands hold the reins, ruffle the mane Rewrite the steps as riddles, only then can my day be saved Loop the beat and let time dribble, half craving change You can't fix what's beloved Crazy is a numbers game If you want acceptance, boost the budget Pages devoid of substance Chimera emerges from the rubble seeking justice Rusted, cursed and aware, I stand straight No interviews for third place Take the aisle seat and enter the comfort of a liminal space I say grace I lean down, looking for the bottom. The bottom is rough, like silk It's pulled and frayed into tendrils This fabric above me crushes in, supporting itself, weightless I move across the bottom looking for the sides