The movements of your words
Are stored in hard shelled gaps of silence
Like tiny dancers or minnows thrashing about
I would rather revel in the patterns
Of their photonic representations
Then bath in their caustic substance
I had hoped that in choosing this course
It would protect me from your
Sharpened blades and battle readiness
Your stoic intolerance and zero sum game
I really have no choice
I can't hear the meaning of your words
Only their pitchforks
And the concussion of their intent
Exploding into my brain and
Hacking away at the nest I built for you
That was really just a birdcage;
An elaborate yet defective trap
Poorly set and badly baited,
The clear result of an inferior brain
And genetic deficiency acutely exposed…
But I wanted you to believe it was a nest
Spun from gold with tiny diamonds
And guaranteed laughter
There were promises inside too
Hammered out with bloody fingers
And pitiable incompetence
Like the pledge of endless good times
And boundless adventure
Lifted up by the tiny hands of well disciplined children
With hearty congratulations shared all around
In honor of those gallant efforts
Claimed to be super human
Small town legendary
And worthy of great reward
But you saw through this poorly constructed façade
Hastily cobbled together and posed on one knee
This ill prepared attempt at last minute perquisites
And buttered testimonies airmailed special delivery
You decisively ripped apart the cheap packaging
Dissecting the poorly fabricated plagiarisms
And grand, small minded assertions
With sarcastic hot needles
And sorties of intercontinental dismissals…
There is no saving me now
I have been swiftly hung out to dry
Exposed to the raw elements of your scrutiny
It is the coup de grace
Checkmate, set and match
The final page and surprise ending
Stunned and stillborn
I watch you turn and walk away
Because it would be a waste of such a classic exit
To do anything but
