A Care To Spare

I know you're out there ... I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat I echo it, but place with intent each finger-step, just SO each notion a necklace of keystrokes individually-knotted ... pearlescent beauties, round ... ~ I squeeze my mind of chaos, tamped and blessed Thoughts gossamer, these tapestries I've pressed 'Tween leaves of crimped reprieves, if dispossessed ~ I scream without a face my voice of subtle silence howling windward I scratch messages on cell walls my red breath burnt with the truth of negligence exquisite sculptures ... the words dripping like stigmata Madonna's bloody tears, each precious ... ~ I place these golden dreams in phrased bequests Bright dazzled shining gems of hearts expressed Adorned with tender odes to thrum their breasts ~ how do SUCH ears not hear? how can such breath-embezzling eyes not capture?!? should your own gray matter dance a-tongue its metallic tang of truth would be lost ... I would BEG you hate me ... with every fibre but that is not love's opposite THAT demon is the monster called 'indifference' ... ~ I knot the rope wrapped 'round my throat, aware That you and yours are pleased to kick the chair Is there naught ONE poetic soul ... should care?? ~ ... not one?