Lime Trees

[sluglord]

a maturation of my soul
rearranging my face
a quiescence of loneliness
new shoes
begging to be worn thin
so i walk out the door to
you don't know
you never care
as long as i come back
it's what i need
indeed
a sneeze
a quiescence of quiet
an apartheid of appearance
an apparition of aplomb
an internal earthquake
it twists and heaves and gyrates
and masturbates inside
but you don't know
you don't give a damn
indeed
a freeze
a glacier
an unvisited grave
like a chasm
like a heart
like mine
like lime trees