Currently

an indignant look cast your way

a feeling of obligation and disgust wade over

the bushels of reeds gathered with your paws

form a fist that is forced open

by my own palm: do you recognize it?

your watery apprehension to the current state

a former friend mutated into something more

steam and satin cradle me in times of

insecurity with the essence of maternity

a nostalgic sickness: he just wants to

vanish into obscurity - anonymity hold hands

with wealth and solitude: a distant future

selfish and disdainful sets of self

flippant words flung like dung or pebbles

tip toe through the aisles of your heart

in search of something to express tangibly

a lack of substance. literal absence