string of symbols

i didn't pay for the vetting
i still have trouble reconciling

what you say with your actions.
why waste the money. there's bedsfull

of excuses for living. dark eyes lined
with kohl. a majority of opinion

to pinion and piston. rack me with doubt
again and i'll vanish into the sky. girl

talk and mist in the canyons. they say
if he walks then she ducks. they say

i was married once. not for long, how
can you keep a man in a state of expectation

when you've already unwrapped the present. hunter
society was the last bridge out of the moon.

yes, let's bring in the stars as well, points
of light as nipples of the gods. might as well

be myths still told. might as well be words
as real as this light. and the moon she

doesn't emit , merely a detector only
half shrouded, only quarter attenuation. sort of

like the way i see you, all these years you've
been dancing in and out of my life.