nonsense travels too quickly

i am the scarred edge of a collective truth

tortured as the irresistible canvas

speckled with abstractions and colloquial mumblings

can the harp play this song for us?
while we dance in rags and chains?

hold brother hold. mock the lessons papers learn
printing me hastily, without research.

i am the legend. i am the key.
sin is mapped out over the entire field.

and nonsense travels further than the most important truths
like: stay tonight.

and: i'll cook you breakfast.

and: i'll wake you with a kiss on the forehead.

and: live without regret, eggs, toast, no ham. a small glass of 2% milk. one fork. three napkins. a tray with a candid shot of santa. shirt, sheets, hair, no rubberband. a biscuit, trust. a fruit, smile. a dream, shared.

and: i love you, come to me and be happy.