tea party

all mimsy were the borogroves
a divine spark
moon sings out a cloudy dee
knew all along
that disorder that border that personality
would damage me

declining aligns
with certain lines see
a melting pot of gold
twined ropes twinned souls
emotional chemistry

bodies too cold to mention
don’t have the energy
irony of where we’ve been
white noise space in, spacing,
a month of ancillaries,

finally, a relief to be free,
not left wondering,
about, how things
were going to turn out to be,
your uncertainty was filling me,

weakening me,
killing the man I thought I ought to be,
languid anguish for absent family,
I’m worth more than your agony:
worth more than the ore inside your own faculty.

I’m the cure climbing to get out,
but then doubt creeps in, intravenously,
a nuclear fall out, celestial penalty,
exponential levels of hell, dead spirit level:
no way out,

I don’t need you to call me out again,
I consent to your descent into darkness,
and I couldn’t care less again,
forcing me into a corner
exchanging words with mere mortals,

mortar range, render you speechless,
leave you with rage,
bankruptcy in the business of protection,
I didn’t want to be your bandage,
nor you my band aid.