Cracks beneath the pavement

  I’m trying to rearrangebulldoze flowers from their peaceful nichenobody explains that life’s a euphemisma pre-planned cosmic gamewhere your score is ever faltering. So you think I’m something strangea poltergeist that flies through see through nightshifting bedclothes mouthing unyoked truism:& your tongues so white from truthyou spit the words that sword me. There’s nothing I would changeit’s perfect synastry to see the cracks beneath the pavementI paint the starry heights while blighted by the darkness of our cataclysmwith nowhere left to be, but wipe our handson pristine stains that snare us. I’m trying to rearrange,bulldoze hieroglyphs you wrote on tainted seanobody explained that life’s a euphemism,if something in your eyes records a record that I’ve missedit’s too late now to kiss the faded see through borders of what you meant to me.