Cold Compressed

extra pieces

In so many words, I
reach to gather so
few stunted straws.

Circles of raw involvement
tempt me in to sudden
fragmented choices.

Such insignificant chances
flush brain waves with
petty demands.

Irritated swirls of unfurled
logic twist simple ideas
inside to further complicate
stuttered
duplicity.

What a struggle to find
another mask
that hides my telling
grin.

Why all this
escapist
ventriloquy
for me?

Another she.