I wonder
how people can be so addicted to my
condescending smile
and sarcastic charm, that they
wind themselves in a mechanical,
self-destructive dream
that someday they might come out
so much more clever from the days they've spent with the
expert surgical butchery that is
my mind.

And sometimes
it surprises me more so that they can see something
buried in the barbwire nest of semantic fluff and literary vomit
that is my communication.
It's really quite enthralling,
and quite disturbing,
that many often join in this danse macabre.

And here the jury hangs, out of piano wire indifference
over a charge that can only be described as
intangible acrimony.