7. walls

You

Knocking down my walls

And all dishonesty falls

You

You don’t believe the smile

Don’t you see that I’ll be 

Sad for awhile

Patterns encrypted argyle

Hiding in plain-sighted sighs

I 

Wrestle with my genes

And face down

The monster in me

Texturing plaster and knife

Chimes in a windless unwind

I find it

The melody under the skin

The parachute floating alone

Piles of Sobibor bone

I

Could be the Antichrist

And make the shuffle play 

Letterbomb twice

And you

You’re gonna see a wall of regrets

So speak now or 

Forever hold your breath

COMMENTS: kind of a morose waltz