Just as he screams
“the clouds are here...
It's been a while since I've been here,
The first time I joined has been well over ten...
I want you to get to know me,
to pull me aside, in your chestnut cardigan...
The fake flowers
take gentle peeks...
Words slither from your tongue
and down my throat...
I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...
Trust in the madness
of which brings all the torments...
He could never have
the woman he loved because...
That is us hanging
from our shared index limb like...
I am nobody
though in my nobody-ness...
Everything is packaged in the prison of time
until it grows soul...
Silence connotes
all the differences are...