[Happens all the time]
Just the brush of a breath past your lips
Or the touch and the tap of your keyboard fingering
Tempted as I am, to say but a word
The mood in the room a hollow "do not disturb"
Think to myself solemnly, aperture a blur
Can't ask what's on my mind, don't even bother
This material wealth, inadvertent skill in deterrence
No longer in perspective, no longer concurrent
Live in this world, every vice a device [and vice versa]
Puzzled manipulator, the impertinent puppeteer
Scorn in every sigh, knuckles white, bitten by
Insanity and fragmenting in fear
Don't stop, too late. Don't go, be safe.
I wish you well on your end, tied hands but now the signs
are too burnt up to read.
Tagging in symbolism, stripped to the bone of meaning
by perfectionist pillaging,
Opening wounds of a new world order
Simply older than eroded modes of note, in hopes
That happiness can be contained in cans
And handed back for the low, low price of $9.99!
Ridiculous, isn't it, that innocence only exists in
Fantastical fantasy or perverted fancy
All the while fetishized by a systematic version of cancer.
Disappointed, aren't you, when it all wears off and you bear
The scoffing of the critics in the alleys of your thoughts.
Scourge to your sorrow.
It doesn't mean I'm the end all be all of existence, just MY existence
I'm not about to cry anymore. I'm going to get over it.
