drink up

resisting a reaction that steeps the meaning
but tastes like shit

a sauntering notion persists

a dismal
metaphysical
sizzle -

the solipsist sold me faulty expectations.

Exude the rude mood and keep your chin up
when they laugh at you

for smiling

unnaming and holding together heralding the sheltered shadow dwindling in corridors with tightly locked doors
a lucrative suggestions
of its going to be
alright

it never comes out right
the first time- and I commend you for your patience.

but why?
why take this faulty sinking ship
and try to play with it

vast oceans create motions that allow me to flow
and where I will go
well I really do not know

but the captain goes down with her vessel
and its been swell
despite how many times
without my rhymes
the free versed lines
came out  like lies

my disguise
through your eyes

is paper thin

this is what has made me
afraid
to let you in