June 2012

it’s best to just stay quiet,

silence even the low voice

and sit smiling.

some things can’t be saved by words

and even the effort leaves you exhausted,

shaking and still hollow.

I become

where your heart resonates

inside a hollow body,

and then I am an idiot child,

undone by so many simple sums

from so many single sons, and

the sounds of what you need

echo against these walls

that are all that I am.

In the trap of my fleeting sincerity

lies your consuming desire,

crudely fashioned and

unwisely fastened to

my inability to be true.