RMC

I’ve got qualities I’m not
proud of to speak of and say
to you to keep me self soothed
a lot of consequence comes my way.

I need a volley of eloquent pretty
flowers in the hours that won’t sour
their sway in any specific way
I need to slay tumulut in power.

Take my hand please needs
keep me looking hopefully
in this room in the street that
all lies at least need consoling.

The truth hurts and my aspect
on things rings true as angels sing:
there is a power I know of above
that in the end joy brings.

My joy my laughter is after
the silhouettes of simple velvet
I have to address disaster
and your smart words nailed it.

Tell me of your hate let dissipate
the visceral filled real hate
that seems to build to accumulate
in this little depressed spate.

Need is a thing that prescribes
assertive moves and strides
that beautiful people can’t hide
in the waves beautiful people ride.

Shall I foul a player in prayer
to the Lord as some sooth sayer
makes every part of me a layer
I address later.

I want to live in the moment
I seek retreat if I meet atonement
so don’t reprimand my hand
in this pain I saturate in devotion.

I’m afraid of the lacing in the
lining of your graceful dress
that you show to all of the rest
that compete for you better than my best.