in a room filled with nonsense,
on a day filled with lies,
revelations (not) said –
come really as no surprise…

ever so quickly –
full moon behind cloud –
upside-down righted-smiles?
or merely reflections of frowns.

and if the edge of betrayal
was not sharp enough,
the absence of your consideration,
(mellifluous sangria – sweet sum of all non-concern)
secures tightly the noose…

i truly cannot understand
the method,
behind your madness.
your words,
like seeds from dandelions,
take my breath –
then blow callously away!