December 5

a declaration of separation adhered to the sky
laden with highly organized, derisive plans,
with an amended man, skin so taught with conformity
wherein, where-out, he reaches to the depths of his mind
only to recover what was thought to be wisdom,
a bag full of stones and misleading love notes
from none other than his own commander,
who in a roundabout way spat out that he needed a bigger nest,
a larger capitol, and more freedom to force himself into the light.
dance 'round the republic on fire. As I walked in
he said, "leave your liberty at the door."
Hiding the ax in one hand, the muzzle in the other, 

nothere

when you remembered you didn't have the words to speak, a hand to dance with, or the competency to care, you sat home alone, a mind far from desolate yet shadowed with doubt, dismal, and with a curiosity losing touch.
you ranted to brick walls, murmurers absorbed by the callous surroundings, no echos, no answer.
novocaine drips through your veins, pressed upon by an iron weight of more than just a melancholic apathy.
tears in your skin, please let me borrow your bones, just this once.