A letter to a dead ear
This green-eared wily boy
Had eyes that betrayed him
They spoke galaxies
Without just approval
He couldn’t spell truth
It resembled the glass in front of him
So he hid underneath retinas
That bounced the glints
Of strangers robbing
Blackness rounded with a whiff
Swords splitting the walls above
Cracking through the seams
Revealing this dream
But unattainable
So true to form
That she spoke in words
While I answered in blinks
And it appalled her
Because my demons whisper
And she’ll never understand
My fright of closed rooms
And human contact
And those ill-learned touches
That feel like spears
Killing all the innocence
But I brave these glances
And I pray for a perfect star
You said that I look sad
Try peering into this
And I will show you a world
Of almost-attainment
And dreams of arms
Where I can be held
Underneath the dripping malice
And cold indifference
