Monday, September 27, 2010

5 5 5 3

you are an expected dream
so you have managed to permeate
& a texture of you punctures the
layers nobody has bothered to accept
despite open invitations long since
& once you might sense wherein
these cryptic confessions tears
have been transformed into
symbols chosen for decadence or
and regular flowing cadence
your eyes your eyes
they lacerated this net of
lies partly protective so i can
pretend i am confi
dent: insurgence
insurmountably i love
irrevokably the difficult laborer
of verbalizing
the things that've
steadily been eating we