I excel at personnel encasement
place them in there separate lives
and excise those who deserve it.
Burn it, churn away the bitter lies
and make my life a bleached white canvas.
Pure and ready for the paint
of heavy strokes and light hearted pastels.
No dramatic nor caustic rains
proclaim my innocence with words
that speak the truth without being heard.
Caws crying out a murder of crows
bellow above and undertow.
I make my peace with
esoteric crones and
pay a costly toll for
every time I cross the line
and invite into my life HOLES.