Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Nine Oh Five Pea Emm

there is
for no reason I can see
a why and a must
that must be solved
never in the light of day
can I find the time
to contemplate the mystery of your skin
and see the starlight setting in the west
and know my biggest question's
they would seem
lost on lips of women and children
into the skin of men
a confusing stare
I see nothing, I feel nothing
I stand still
unable to think of what to say to you
unable to process or correct
it is a constipation of paradigm
or worse
and continuance without sincerity