Down.for.rennovatioN

Sixth Since September
lost in a dream
argueing with a
tawny parakeet
under a blacklight

a hopeless wisher
hardly worth you
spinning crazy truths
telling manic lies
so what should I do?

chirp chirp is
all he says though
refusing to admit to my faults
lacking the cruelty to codemn me
yelling at him, I cry

real fiery tears
outward shouts from
my true self but before my
energy is gone, I
offer my only honest words...

I love you