Maybe you tried
to make your way to me,
the road was slanted.
Maybe I was haunted,
striped in grey warning,
Maybe, I'm Remorse you can't
like a strudel. Who am I to vie or even wonder
you're changing daily?
It was a nice performance,
I'm empty now, abandoned, unsteady as Abele but filling out fast. Do
you recognize me, overgrown, scored in shadows? With
switch and the twitch in my gait? The
whole convoluted scheme, male by design, a low,
but I'm cat-like sly,
calculating miles, while you mime care -
blank as white.
What did you think? You could
camp outside my door till you were
Well, I'm in
my prime - it's time for you to worry it
flying and hard now, so come in
where it's warm, there's
for you to follow, or steal away at
night, revenge the prize and
highest price you'll pay.
Man is the reason and woman the rhyme and you
wormed in and I roamed out. If you could see me now,
in my purple overcoat, bangles of bracelets, fitting in where
I didn't want
it would be good for your head. I can't make out your difference but your signature
scrawl gave away and
slandered how I handle
my name. Hung on your handwriting, who's gonna cave? Soon, I'm
moving, the clouds absorbing sense and the air
is bland. We're at the wrap up now. I am swollen, weighty, and departing. Find me with your flame.