Lie Berry.

I assumed a sort of new

Assumption.

I kept my eyes

Fixed and pluck up the gumption.

Something else was starting to function,

A sort of new

Found to be true

Assumption.

I felt fine for a while prior and post then,

Post-it notes around my throat with all the thoughts I thought before when;

Spilling out my jingle jangle junk box

Head onto your bed,

Might have made it seem

That particles had collided to make us think the same.

And it's sweet that you refuse

To believe it's more than watching,

Possible touching,

More than,

More like

Twitching.

And it's sugary that you need your pillow to be

Clean and warm and empty,

Before you pretend to listen when you crawl in bed

Beside me.

Not a noise in the night more mumbled and crackling;

The salty skin of the memories of the men we bought back when

Fingers need bending and minds need a rest.

Stop and wait and go again. Best.

Lazy memory mornings,

Yawning.

My mind has been up all night pacing,

Watching me sleep next to the company I'm facing.

It tells me my acting skills of

CoolCalm

AndCollected

Are coming off dull if not slightly affected.

So it is not hard to sleep

Alone.

It is however most uninteresting.

BloodBlister.

TypeRighter.

LittleSister. Biggger. Brighter.

Loster.

Found her

Cowering over books, giving wobbly glances and shaken up looks.

There is an eye I would try to hold steady.

Ready?

A medley of memories;

Short term and long

Lingers.

Wiping it all off my fingers.

Middle digit rigid.

And I wonder

If you realise:

I'm offering you a new form of cigarette for you to stylize.

This is not anger this is unbent proclamation.

Candy cigarette fingers for a cancerless nation.