Still boring

A calm collection of passive words

that get blown away over your head

and you collapsed laughing in the lawn chair

reading the morning paper.

The blackened regards to the pupils

make them shuffle in their desks.

When I extended my limbs to comfort you

time had a way of pulling off your clothes.

Its noon and your shadow has proved

that the way you feel for now

is always different somehow.

I bleed descriptions in grins

like faces in the trees.

held my broken hand to tap a way to disagree.