A rewrite of "Compost for your garden."

Compost for your garden.

repulsive words spewing onto
your paining grimace.
a lip sneer and your eyes are full of disappointment.
but my silence drives you mad.
jaws tense and teeth clank.
glassy sphere's of emotion 

                                      what's wrong with you?

Eyes that can't see; 

ears that can't hear



I read your story

I've read your story

I write your story 

I've written your story

With a master stroke 

With rain drops and rain drips

and melodies and harmonies

and pliés and pirouettes

and the lacing of our fingers

what do you desire?

unattachment

attachment
system upload

system download
failure to complete task

system failure
reboot

bubbly words

bubbly wounds

pulsation 

fever 

fervor

hate

indifference

should this end this night

did this end this night

several nights end

sunrise, an eternal flame

deep yearning of the compass

yearning for direction,

detection 
lust, love and other allures

buried with the candles of our fathers

and silence.

if forever were a moment 

i would dream

i did dream 

have dreamed

in vain and vanity

under the pale moon

and rigid stars of fallacy and 

ignorance and helplessness

and shame

empowerment and power

to the secret master

an ancient bitterness

ballroom

collar bone

diagram

scam 

But run
infected brain

acidic stomach

all the knowledge of 

worlds unknown

security of the tombs

of the salts of barren lands

a plea
for boundaries and warnings

and fragility of porcelain

the fair hair of a tiger lily; 

100 strokes into the brims of the fire

I'm sorry. I should have said the right thing.