Sounds of uprooted affection
The hands of time
Take their signs to post them
On the faces
Of lost hope

A sincere apology
To no one

For sincerity
Wavers like the white flag
Upon the battlefield

Apologies
Come and go
Are said and spread
Like
Friends
Neighbors
Parents
Lovers

The stinking dead
Language of our
Contemporaries questions
Whether I even belong
Here at all

Was I ever here?
Or was I ever there?
Was I an illusive memory
Some people
Can't seem to forget?

Guitar strings she wears
As a reflected dress
Amplifiers of America
Reverberate through her
Angelic straight spine

A question
An answer

A query
No solution

Nodding to the
Television as the whites
Of my eyes splinter &
What I once was
Lays upon the
Clear blue drift

Burning skin that
Covers all of me

The fire was hot
But why was I caught
In something I thought
Would only be stopped?

Rules & regulations rear
Like a spanish bull at noon
The customers are here
Entertainers ready their spoons

Blankness of verse
Painlessness of death
Forgetting that yes
One day I'll have my rest