My Inefficiencies


Descriptions in my room slowly crawl, a locked door behind a see through wall.

I can feel the air push out against me, a swift scent of karma, truth kisses and lips tease.

Tied around this chemistry of love compounds, does regret always make the same woeful sounds?

And you were here, laid out on a knife, the glass room shows us the reeling sky.

I want a place to hide, a home of untraceable lies, but reality doesn’t like our hopeful goodbyes.

Witness as the roaring winds strangle me, the senses twisted by my inefficiencies.

Let us slip into the mild open seas.

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Inefficient Subtleties 

Inefficient Subtleties 

You know you make me.

I know you break me.

The character of love isn’t a pawn, no, you will never change, midnight till dawn.

Inefficient subtleties.

A place where you comprise my little needs.

Molding the clay while I wish for sleep, building an undesired bowl it seems to me.

Spill water inside.

Holes and cracks.

Do you see?

No matter where I go, you pryingly always know.
Lessons of a mind, buried deep, confusion, seclusion, animosity at your feet.

Begin again.

Where in your head do you nod at this immorality, my own human right isn’t your emotional practicality.
It wasn’t mean to be.

Antique Shop

Antique Shop

Antique Shop
Reasons and days spill hearted desires, flipping light switches when my shop opens to the custom buyers.

I wouldn’t notice a line drawn or a cup tipping, can I sell antiques when the vase caring water starts dripping?

Does it bother you when I kiss your smile, wiping tears when water hits my tiles.

Female features distract my gaze by the flowers, do you think a needle hides within a caving hay tower?

Guilt or truth, it’s all just hidden in my concealed lips, bronze cups breeze cool winds when you gently sip.

Playing out before me while a clock narrows a minute one from three, bashful hours always leap into the mild flirtatious sea.

Come and look over my shoulder when books dream, their vintage ink drips past a worn out seam.

Lessons of a mirror, buried in a wall, fellow men purchase items that speak rhythms of a call.

Quiet your curious mind and sleep where the bed did lay, antique shop lingers perhaps a moment, in a day.