I see black
As I back track to the top rack of my shelf labeled shame.

Who's to blame?
Me or you?
or the feeling painted blue?

I know it's true
That the insane game of pain and blame
Is the imagined fetish of thy brain

To entertain the mind
Darwin plagues the bind
Between you and the parent earth.

The fallacy of length and girth
Or the promised life from the church
Is anything but yellow

Beg again, for a long lost friend
To save you from a death by them

But, I bounce and pounce
on the splattered mouth
Of those who speak with lies

I lie to you, and I lie to me
With the broken hope that I will see

The naked light of brown and white
Or possibly end the constant plight
To construct verifiable breath

But I trust and trust
A fragile ******
will project me to the stars

And I am gone again
With a half dead pen
I write, to write what I can't think