Caught in the maze of self-destructive apprehension,
and the lies you are feeding me,
the false face presenting me,
with a forwardness like that of an automobile sales person,
but I don't want your peace of mind, I don't want your intricate designs,
take your crap and go, and fuck all.
Blaring of the stereo well past two, and I'm a train wreck,
a moody--
Reading with the music turned on,
drowning out the background noise,
but you, you're stuck on repeat;
and I can't get you out of my head.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
