, ,

The noise,

the confrontation squawks inside my head,

my Catholic sublimates.

You will not prefer the sound of my call;

your words filtered through

this only mind I own.

Managing sanity through silence is an interesting meditation,

considering the alternatives.

I want to shoot plain arrows of truth through this poisoned dart

but I know you will evade me.

Therefore, I demure.


You made me this maddly dis.