Chapter 52: On the Mall

Overstating the problem
Waiting for your addendum
We argue as we watch
Making up conversations
For the moronic contingent
We seem constantly exposed
To every single day
As the slowly botch
Every innovation
In the dent
With which they’ve closed
As you sincerely slay
Every taboo they pronounce
You smile, silver twinkling
With the sparkle in your eyes
I slowly announce
Ideas without an inkling
As to what they imply
Upon the white clouds
On a far too sunny day
As we use every gray
To provide a single shroud
To those less inclined
To blue skies
To true eyes
Through every level I’ve mined
Seeking ever onward
Into the depths of your mind
Preferring forward
To the rewind
Visiting Venetian virtue
Via new ways to speak
Ill of the living
All the while forgiving
The lack of a peak
To look up to
Softening with each touch
Broken by so much
I find comfort in your darkness
Awaiting every literary excess
I’d prefer to the daily banality
Your desire for formality
Is preferable, seeking and stir able
In this reality I’ve made
With every hand I’ve played