Dreaming of you,
and your, ever gracious,
kaleidoscope eyes.
Summate reality,
to the point where
your words are empty.

The half-hearted flicker,
of your mass enunciations.
Are enough...
To make me believe,
in make-believe.
Fraudulent trespasses,
into redundant soul-space.

Keep breathing;
because everyone's watching.
Searching you, in infra-red
x-ray glances, for flaws.
They see the tears,
wondering if their true.
They suspect your vulnerabilities.

Straighten posture,
to an eagle view of your heart.
Look beyond, to your future,
the foolish strike-two swings.
Kindling half-hearted requiems
and affected emotions.

Just summarize the
highs and lows of
point-blank rejections.
Knowing, this time,
you're in the clear.

01/24/2004

Posted on 01/24/2004
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