the divide

morning is compassion
a raindrop makes me lie.
I offer embraces
I bathe the sores
of anyone listening.

night comes with cyclical perfection
like a dog at its dinner dish
I feel nothing
numb as a hotel corridor
and all I can do is think.
killing to feel a memory

again I awake
shards of songs at the door
once again I am loving and laughter,
face stretched tighter
I can feel , but is it real?
I touch the window

no questions
no questions
do not look too deep.
I will destroy your story
of who you think I am
who do you think I am?

do not mistake as meek,
mild as a rotating blade
sinister as sunday school
sober as dismemberment,
on the other side.