there is a
fracture
a

convergence
that makes it
impossible
to decipher
the dual nature
of your slovenly
soul

are you just
fraudulent
so wrapped up
in the

lies
you effortlessly
spew

or simply
so freudian
that you don’t see
the simple truth
as laid out
by your mother’s
sultry

touch.

the dreamhammer
slams
the heart
with poignantly
crushing force
to crumble

the empty crush
you carry
like a script
to a one person
play
about
the subtly
defective
detective
seeking answers
to questions
never considered
by the masses.