Urgent notice found away from my heart,
much like the words written on my dirty
You are the closest thing to silence
that I have ever known
and still I do not love you.
We are eternity laughing at itself,
pointing out all grandiose
displays of abdication. Fools, we say,
they worry about their judgment day so
they spend their
lives getting courted.
Us wicked see poetic distractions,
so desperate to keep the void away.
there is no reprieve.
I dance around the smoke screens
remaining surreal against the backdrop
shaman squalor .
We wear wicked smiles, a
silent salute to all those weak willed
contessas bare-knuckling their way
Don’t worry, world-us, ourselves,
we sing songs loud and hold hands
until the sun comes up from hiding.
It’s deliverance to not be lonely.
We hear more merriment in the halls
now that the space they contain is
A reverberation echoic solution.