Unresolved.

The ache, acute,

Confounding reach for ascension,
Gripping the doors, the floors, the tightening
Of muscles wrench against a whine.


Annoyance, pain, and aggravation
Require a fabric to tear,
They manifest themselves by ripping
At what we hold most dear

And leave holes where once was wholeness.

When others can resolve a misconception,
And render the ripping a figment
Of perception,

To what end does silence travel?

Or,
Like a tailor,
Should I resolve myself and learn to stitch,
At what others cannot see, or claim, or reach beneath.

Or lift.

Jettisoning off all
Wilting away all
Like an autumn memory
Like an instant tragedy

Crumbling away
Moldings of affection
In a nuclear winter
Without armageddon
I died
A soft shell annihilation
No dreams but nightmares
I died
A lovely execution
Nothing but emptiness

Eradicating away all
Except you, nothing at all
Like an autumn memory
Like everlasting banality

"Its been an ugly day," she said.
"Tell me something beautiful?"

And he said her name.