There is a notion
that gravity is broken
severed by emotion
and coming after you.
Pay no mind to conversation
between what is real
and what is fiction.
The memory's depiction
(it still) it still can not tell the difference.
Cut the cord and tie a handsome bow
that is loose around the neckline
just in case the gift you're wrapped in is
not that present that you wanted.
The face on the wall is frowning.
Tocks have been ticked
now fingers counting.
Annotate the droll self mockery
presented by shedding of milk teeth.
Exercise the growing vines
to keep alive like Virginia Creepers.
Metamorphisize the legend
to undergo mutation from green to gold.
HEY BLOOD STENOGRAPHER
RECALL ME A TIME WHEN THINGS WERE BETTER.
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THINGS WERE EASIER?
HELLO BLOOD STENOGRAPHER.
DIG ME UP SOME BURIED EARTH.
I BEEN SEARCHING FOR A TREASURE
TO TAKE BACK THE LOST REMEMBERED.