the dogma of self indulgence

show me, sure, but tell me, too

I didn’t look? You didn’t listen.

echoes of time like clockwork

big blue eyes sunken and staring

bug eyes of blue aviators reflected

silk layered facades of transience

sorry I didn’t notice your shoes

powerless words of helplessness

assured by voices of prowess

the return was simply laughable

a song of hope drowned by traffic

and love befell the refrain