I put away the dishes
And betray my faith.
Like the confession I am bleeding...
I have a pimple behind my ear,
And life is a ribald fight.
Natant souls say cliche...
I make tea
Because I’ve never had allegiance to goodbyes.
We should have visual scars from emotions...
I forgot to clock out today,
Always tune a year.
Certain of the reverse of love...
I fall asleep with the tv on,
And quit scheming in dreams.
These chimera days...
I gambol all of my tomorrows
And I don’t even gamble much.
Our own answers are dumb dancers…
I have tried
To cover the salient features of forever for now.