underflown
and overflowing,
stripped,
returned,
renewed

truthings spied
redundance plied,
her habit's
gone.
Unclued.

her heart is clear,
now I'm the fear,
how weakly
I
have proved

that what is right,
rarely sits beside
what is
easily
left to do

She sets tries in the Evers,
And with a fingerly snap
Does hope to move others
Toward a self aiding trap.
With a mirror none friendly,
Save a well tailored mask,
Don't waste your time here.
And don't even ask.

She may now be pathing,
And facing her truths.
But I'll bide still my watches,
And wait out her proofs.
I wrestle with nothing,
All but processed the pain.
I care for her now,
As the falling of rain.

I want you to dribble.
I want you to turn
From the matriarch past
To a subject to learn.

I want to state plainly.
I want you to see
What your vain, selfish givings
Have created in me:

Most lustful of torments,
Low pains from my knees,
A pattern for this mind's
Truly bittersweet disease.

Just twelve years of innocence,
Could've thanked you for that,
As you gouged in this monster
Within this boy on his back.

I often search for the key now,
That I might walk from this cell.
But I'm still Pavlov's pup,
With you holding the bell.

Feather the links now,
I'm hoppity wide.
My self sight may shrink
Til I stumble my stride.

I'm often the cutter,
Of wit, more than skin.
Attack me with caution as
Meet wears patience thin.

I'll dropkick your efforts,
And sweat through your pores.
My tongue, I'll not *****
While your ears left with sores.

My buy polar bearings
Have spun me til stressed.
You best let me be now,
My button's depressed.

I talk to the girl,
and hope the woman talks back.
I gaze at the swirl,
and hope for some slack.

I waste over chance,
and brace for the coil.
I strike, not as snake,
But I'm selling the oil.

I'm usually mere thumbs,
and a boat with no tack.
So I talk to the girl,
and hope the woman talks back.