It's the stuff you could feel under your nails.
Remove it, you remove yourself, your truths.
Don't dilute us. Secrets are people too.
Really we're a nonchalant string of words,
something like a shock from a knife in a socket.
You knew we were there, just not on our sleeping schedule.
You could've asked.
No move, no plan left unposed.
It''s back to the papers now. Back to the comfortably unfamiliar.
Sense naivety in my movements. Unsure but curious, certainly.
It's been a long day and perhaps it's time to do the laundry &
leave the world well enough alone.
It's tired too.
this reminds me of that part of the chili peppers song i like
ReplyDeletei never know how to handle these sorts of things, since they make no sense
i hope it has some deep meaning to the author, genuinely, but i couldn't know
but i really hope so, because it seems like it and that's why i like it