non.

silent and expediant
these feelings collapse beneath us.
as stars wash above the salt, failing into boiling water.
as feathers dance and molest the sky.
trials of security evade our protection.
nullifying our existence.
as we lick our lips and call to the night.
looking for shoulders to latch onto.
sturdy walls to rest against.
the bulbs float, one by one.
down the winding banks of the rhine, down the knives of architects and child prodigies alike.
i found myself nestled to a cold cup.
broken but fluent,
in the languages of your expat brother.
in the tolerances of your chap lipped sister.
you kick thru the pavement.
you brandish licensure and legislation for other liar's approval.
but who will forgive your face tonight.
the whispers drip down your sullen cheeks.
these diseased, calloused fortunes that corrode your optimism.
silent and expedient.
your cup is replaced.
the last drops of self wash beneath your chair.
and you are once again an empty cavity,
painted and dressed for compliments.
an open tab of anonymity.

/close./