Worthy of Articulation

To never be good enough

is to be polluted by byzantine knuckles,

and be wronged by every coincident

is to turn to 

arguing with my conscience on Monday nights.

Actors have it easy,

as they

lie with ease 

and appease everyone else they confuse.

My impulsive nerve connections

couldn’t act to save a life,

yet lying is something

it’s easy to became extraordinary at.

I’ve found it’s easy to make corrections 

and adjustments on baby fingerprints,

as anonymous accusations 

become the pencil stain on the hands of

preschoolers and kindergartens.

To write something honest and 

truly lovely,

I don’t think I could ever do,

because it involves being 

exposed and lacerated, 

into the tiny chalk bits

that artists use to tinge their brushes.

I’d simply like to remain in one piece,

so writing something honest and lovely 

I can not do.

Perhaps annunciating is better than lying,

so articulate I can become,

Maybe having a purpose could make

a stranger feel good enough,

to speak with another rusted stranger across

the metallic streets of an urban city.

Yet I've found that the restrained spices in our coats are too dividing.