the mechanics of talking

don’t think differently
as the world won’t recognize
your dreams in an empty basket
we quote our soul through different
veins of thought

we are mourning, and
as we do so, we reluctantly play
with our instincts in a fashion
which would raise eyebrows
in the opposite gender

tear apart our memories and
we’ll be home again

the mechanics of talking
is certainly an inapt
attitude for a male dog!

survival is about playing freely
with your shadows under the moonlight

is the judge always right or
should we ask twice
for our reasons to be upheld?

talk to the painter and
you will realize in vain that
your reasons have gone astray