Lacking.

there is something wrong
when you can’t trust
that bloody mystic vein
lying cautiously behind your chest
Lying
Cautiously
with its beat that drives the breath
to draw life in
to push life out
how are you
Apathetic?
or or is it only when I
speak
with my twisted tongue of red thorns and roses?
and when we
speak
with our oral curtsies and flirty proses
do you not feel
warmth
from the old fire?
there is something wrong
when you can’t trust
that contorted vineyard of thoughts
and dreams
scheming selfishly inside your skull
Scheming
Selfishly
with its pulses
memories
and how it lets them fade
into unconscious crevices
how are you
Apathetic?
or is it only when
remembering my name
and all of its
caustic implications?
or when you
say my name
does it end in a bitter cold
and icy irritation?
there is something wrong
when
we can
live
breathe
think
love
without
trusting
ourselves.
Julian Daniels
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