I did something wrong tonight.
I don't know where I started.
Perhaps it was with not changing the litter box
and being too stubborn.
Perhaps we're better off
gone...
Anything I say can mean double
trickery for you, but you don't see it
or do you, man?
Nubile guise
you can go **** yourself
sweetheart
with that sharp pain
in your core
feel it burn as you walk away
mirror neurons fire, crackling away in our brain
brains double, seeing double
walking away, the air biting yellow light
I'm in a circus it seems,
these days...
always in that haze,
baby blue, dreamy eyes
look behind the looking glass
my dear
you'll find a wall, painted in parlor pink
where you're mother used to let you play dress up in her robes...
it was fun to dance in the ambient light.
So innocent.
Not these days
with cold cut eyes
crystal
clear with rhoto glassy whites
crystaaaal...
they say, these days..with an exhale
too much time
to unwind
loose your mind
too much to do, not enough time for you
tight held in that tensions
grasp
tenuous tendons stretch
elongated fingers
somehow unnatural in the reach
so fine
refined, rather
somehow still as precious as... I don't want to say gold,
oh how much material matters, and how little
the important things do..
there I go, lecturing again,
when will I learn, that a teacher does not lecture.