Spurned to sore, I nail down my lid,
cross my elbows tight, and just wait..
Peace, en sacrosanct, eludes me,
silent safeties tailgate in late.
Ill assumptions, travel on sound
to flood through my paperweight.
Layered lies, do not slumber tonight;
as I tuck my chin to knee-space.
This is my hide, my always, inside,
huddled close, as sadness erupts..
If able to throw reflection on you's
I'd open-eye stare, in mossy dare
and play catechism to your hate.
As those contemptuous whims do battle?
I regally evades the debate.