never spill guts in a crowded room
and then
never in an empty parlor
this digital storefront
selling beauty for only
the cost of your trip
is a place where i spew
that which provides me clarity
and my peace
embroidered by a new drive
and hemmed by positive flaccid ambition

i erupt here and reflect
touch you and spit on my possessions
drip from high above the keys
from inside where all my hopes and fears reside
to a place much more static

no
this is not spam
this is a particle within a sneeze
where each line is a breath
and each dribblet is a reflection
or passion
or pain