speaking in parallels

There are people you have yet to meet
who would feel threatened by your silence.

It is written somewhere that we have to be wary
of nice people, often they wear masks
to conceal a thousand-foot drop,
and darling don't you know you're the train that doesn't know when to stop?

At sundown, poetry walked out the back door.
The poems we birth are like children before the wedding
and it's the 70s so we shove them behind attic doors
but the neighbours always know.