How and why your words will fall,
falter, scheduled. It’s,
hair-raising.

Disarmed by your
enthusiasm, spastic
confidence,
so called, confidants,
the majority, are
drawn to you.

 As
shapes and angles they start
out of their shadows.
While paranoids
are rightfully terrified
you lean in close.

Closer please! the masses,
breathless,
whimper,
We can’t hear
what you’re saying.
Like your words they hope to
clutter so
near to, suffocate.

You meant perhaps a
trick
or nothing at all.
Reaping the results,
a sickly person
may vomit.