Rough Draft

You wouldn't listen
In our night-time discord
Spinning bottles, rhymes and
Disassociation
Like it was your job
A vocation
You voiced your opinion
Without regard, no concern
Not for a vox populi
Nor another person
To me,
You wouldn't listen
Tried to choose your steps wisely,
Planning lies in the face of fear
So you never tripped over your dicey-ness
When you crushed my feet
Splicing atoms to the core of bones
Using my toes as stepping stones

Are you taller yet?
Feeling high baller
Are you winning yet?
Did you expect me to falter?
Yet,
Again...
What's another rotation
Around a sun so distant
What if it never makes
A difference,
How long does it take,
To see the light after diffraction?
Your indecision
Running in circles, blinded
By an omission of the truth
Igniting inhibitions
Telling me you're an
Exhibit of volition
Magnetic constriction
Submitting your ammunition
Opposites attract opposition
Destruction, demolition
Inquisitive, yes I am,
As I fight your inquisition,
Battling my words like I'm just
An imposition
As you freeze yourself
In immaturity
An arctic drift
A complex
Of deep inferiority
Worry so damn much about your
Popularity
Is this a contest?

Chilling...
I'm chilling.
A polar icecap,
You're just a cold one
Thinking you could replace the cap
On the bottle
After the seal was broken
Continue with holes in your continuity
Like the gaps in the ozone
Talk about history
When yours is lacking in verity
Primarily
Your cellophane emotions
Saran wrap that waves as it carries
On about it's half-life
Through the Styrofoam ocean

Like radioactive isotopes
Tunneling like particles in flash drives
These sharp notions go
Through your mind
In one ear and out the other
No will to discover
Running and ducking for cover
Like a child in an air raid
Looking for their mother

Criticizing me for my critical analysis
Put me on blast for the last time
I'm castling
And stealing your queen
And feeling the steam
Rise off my breath
Standing on the precipice
As I take another piece
You've met your ego,
Now meet its death