Hardly What It Seems

Hardly what it seems

Twelve A.M across scowling sheets,

Frowns repeat in strong shrieks

You sing like gentle spring

Droplets,

Barricades in your esophagus

Quiver-

I sing in shattered

Consonants,

Palisades pierce my tongue

Bitter-

Smooth blood you left

Unpaved,

Pencil shavings spread across

Your desk

Clogged shower drain-

Sing another week

When summer comes

In studio apartment dreams

Stinging echoes of rusty pipes

Linger a roaring tune

Neighbors pounding fists

against

Towering doors,

Love ending beyond your

Kitchen sink

Adulthood is hardly what

It seems.