“people like us”
a smirk — smitten, as I enter the room
your disillusioned defiance
my rhetorical reliance
a helpless hand that reaches high into our ethereal tomb
ever too swiftly, always too soon
bristles — briskly, across irreverent skin
your capital confessions
my dignified digressions
a hopeless hum to hold as we propose to games we'll never win
only a lapse, never a lesson
fate hinges upon a calculation be it deity or design
for ephemeral elation, to each his own we resign
empty earnestness, an evening of promise
in the eleventh hour through endings
be honest
chaos from the grave
awakened but depraved
heavy heads and quiet hearts
our lives are not our own