in this era of exploration
things are fuzzy and slightly outside of
context, leaving it contents to be
disected with grief not pertaining to
its soul, it answers living on the cusp
of the tongue not satisfied with its
place among the lies, the deceit
that rips itself a new home
unwilling to find a suitor in
its poor taste that will compliment
the explusion of the old,
senile thought unto the spite
of uncharacteristic choices it
answers
it charms the host, finding
their words delectable
with a hint of fallacy,
the new doesn't scare the guest
just those whose receptivity has
been cut off
-mj soulaana