they are not who you remember through tainted glasses

an unclear referee unafraid to get it wrong 

boy oh boy do I get shot on command

stale water that ruins the vibe

tapping enter out of spite,

matching glee on the mirror'

another one I do not know

no hard feelings, somehow neutrality weights more

a point that grown blunt, edged off

this sickness of the mind dozes me to narrow charades

growing die to let die U-turns that caffeine fails to kill

bursting out laughing when I recall I am the one supposed to remember

to know what comes next.

if I had known all along

would I tread lightly?

fall in despair?

or cry over familiar smells,

tastes bittersweet, 

make-believe is a cruel mistress that puts my mind at ease.

Is it an allergy to intimacy?

A chain reaction grown out of bounds

Disproportional to norm, etiquette or reason

a phobia, bogus and harmful to the touch

to close, too linear to approach

A crossroad at midnight minus the devil's contract

no mystical purpose, potions or otherwise magical marvels

The only marbles on sight are stones wedged in the dirt

wonderful, ever so delightful crystal green eyes

pigments in a scale inferior to the prose

a barren necessity, the essential worker of my wasteland

The fruits of which labor I co-habitat in feudal tolerance

ghosts that echo ever so loud, present only ever

to resent the seasonal nostalgia of Fall

A mirage, brokered for those whose iron harvest

blinked, evaporated, a transmutation stagnated unto fear

panic! devoured my dashed hopes of indifference unto frail nerves

temperamental, rose cheeks shoulder a knock at the door

let be heard, here, last.