With Sincerity

In the dark sometimes I know I can
catch you with my eyes closed and a brain
all turned off like a television that's
been shot.
I can see your glass face all shattered like that,
and the technical dreams that creep behind the shards of
pointy teeth
and Technicolor.
Words and words and words and sentences sprung from
two-hundred different voices sprung from
two-million different rooms.
I wrote it down, but
My Dearest---
I shan't recover.