THE WALL BETWEEN MY EYES
Well, the wall between my eyes is what keeps out
debris : the Walpurgis Night of filth I don't want.
The corners are already stacked with dead marble;
cuttings into stone and scratches on land.
I roam from town to town like a disturbance - people
talk to me, yes, but no one understands. If I said I was
a killer on the loose, would then they stop and listen?
Here, let me sit and try this with you.
My appointment could not be at a worse time : right
in the middle of nothing. How will I ever keep it?