Just when I thought
Under all these smiles are lies...
Slowly, silently and steadily I walk.
No sound assaults my ears, no necessity to talk...
Can you feel it building?
Are you starting to get hot...
Nihilism used to
plague me until I found out...
Hush now,
Quiet now...
I wish I had a boat
For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted...
The aching is the from residue
Of inebriation creeping through...
Its
time to...
Quieten your mind
Silence your voice...
Crouching like a lioness
listening to a weasle squeal...
Stoic with a marble smile
and a fixed stare...
It took me an unhealthy amount of the afternoon
to put my hair into a plait...