(P.S. poetry series) Resealable

Bouncing off the walls from one side of the padded room to the other, whatever love brings I won’t share with another, it’s useless why even bother? We slowly distorting each other, common respect drops lower than sea level, reflecting the devil, looks are rough, but will suit you like a hard cover,

Ornamenting books with no pages, just level divider and hooks, misinterpreting me, covering pretty, disguising as shitty, glove in the face, belonging, not knowing to pick out of which race, doing you slowly, suffer the streets, dry cleaning the sheets, fabrics are knitting, breaking blockades, never feel sorry, and don’t you worry everything will be according to the structured plan, step one, next step, done,

Bouncing off the walls from one side of the padded room to the other, can’t recognize the fact that we’re brothers? Stand for one cause, divided by the clause of interpretation, sexuality measurements, vibrations, won’t work from the first try, go for another, starting this moment I brought down the rules, tomorrow brings food, yesterday no longer has roots, present is hell full of dreams, nurturing emotions like fathers,

Just do the slide and pop up on the other side, the sound of cracked wood somewhere outside, silently she laid down beside the warm body of insight, besides, there’s a way to avoid the fight, direction is up, turns on the light, our action will require ID check for there’s no mistakes at one’s list of respects that has been checked long back in the summer of sirens, wild plums and meat cooked on fire, feel the desire.