how shallow that pond you call your own
throw a stone
and to the bottom it sinks with ripples forecast
quick to dissipate
 

how words that you seek and centrifuge around
leave you dizzy
and again to the surface ruffled paper to pen
quick to irate

you stand or just barely
facing stranger
magazine like swatch transparent
boasting bullets
your eyes glaze
humbled to the level of being pitied
slow to respond

you have become desolate
as if your oasis defies
your master’s wishes
he feeds you like a dog
and desserts you crumbled
apple of my eye

how try as you may you can’t
try again
defy your desire to be snug in your ease
quick to please

how when you chose your words and tried to be witty
left empty
and again to the surface ruffled paper
you never have screamed