Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Trust not the Barkers Selling Friendship


I would that you were still approachable.
That I could say the things on my mind
In my heart…
Let you know, that with seemingly gleeful indifference
you Wound me daily;
but the invitation’s been rescinded,
the knowledge unwelcome'd,
and the stench of projected regret, guilt and resentment
bar entry to All with even the best of intentions.…