I CAN’T THE WAY THE BEST CAN

{Then maybe I can be worse and do better}

I CAN’T THE WAY THE BEST CAN

 

{Stumbling around with aesthetic nonchalance}

I CAN’T ESCAPE THIS FIEND-LIKE SENSATION

{Suffering with grand loud stillness}

I CAN’T FIGHT FOR ANOTHER OBLIGATION

{Steady suit decor like a steel lace valance}

I CAN’T RETRACT MY SENSE FROM THIS PAIN

{Smooth in a manner appropriate for business}

I CAN’T SAVE FACE AND GO THE OTHER WAY

{I hold my breath below my heart-broke blood}

I CAN’T SWIM ALONG THIS RIVER OF PROOF

{I swing clear from your hills of deflected criticism}

I CAN’T HANG BELOW THIS BRIDGE OF RUDE

{I fly erratic..diving down into an emotional flood}

I CAN’T SOAR ABOVE THIS CLOUD OF DUTY

{I lack the lightness of feigned saintly altruism}

I CAN’T TREAD BEYOND THIS DUNE OF PITY

{A particle is caught between my tongue and spine}

I CAN’T TASTE WHEN I’M SWALLOWING DUST

{A certain fool has turned from truth to foe}

I CAN’T ECHO YOUR PATRONIZING LUST

{A blanket of promises maimed and belied}

I CAN’T BREATHE WHEN I’M EXHALING DOUBT

{A wrenching twist cried without regret but woe}

I CAN’T SENSE WHERE MY DOOR IS TO GET OUT

{You convinced me of nothing left to aspire}

I CAN’T FIGURE WHERE THE ‘WHO I AM’ STAYS

{You tried in all fairness to refrain from settling}

I CAN’T MAP SUCH THOUGHTS WHILE AWAKE

{You..the impervious jester in this wicked satire}

I CAN’T RECALL HOW THE ‘US’ EVER BEGAN

{You took such paths which proved disturbing}

I CAN’T REALIZE WHAT DOES NOT TRANSCEND

{Denial is as trendy a cliché and real as it seems}

AND THROUGHOUT I LIE AGAIN TO ACCEPT

{Deprivation of pseudo-love is essentially welcomed}

ABANDONED I AM LONELY IN DARK BEREFT

{Disoriented delusions remain cold stark and mean}

THE ONE SELF THAT JUST REFUSES TO FIT

{Delightfully stupid hopes weep and lamely depress}

ONCE YOU’VE SO SMUGLY PUT BACK YOUR SKIN.

 

Bio:

The Appropriate She is also The Appropriate Mom, and they are of Her Kind. She can be found as a random contributor, but mostly binger, from the tangible yet often untouchable though sensory-stimulating hot and cold worlds outside, to the deepest and most vulnerable wiring of the oh-so-personal and open webs for all of the public to relish or molest, while protected from the inside.

http://theappropriateshe.blog

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