my

       mouth

       is a paint    s

                           p  l    a

                                    t     t e r

                                      

  fallen in the wrong place and you are trying to

wipe. it.  off.  before I ruin the

                                             clean slate of your sympathy

 

these    kids    these    days                                                             but I’m

don’t have any manners don’t say                                                     always screaming           

 

                                                        THANK YOU

          I’M SORRY

          I LOVE YOU                  in poems smeared abstract

 and silent by your

 

                                                                              apathy