Poem #9

 I do not speak subtext anymore 
 No longer do I wrangle with the entangled communication 
 If you have something to say, just say it 

 However unkind. 
 I promise not to mind more for your honesty 

 But don’t try to blind me with your offensive defensibility 
 The trick you stick with is the cruelest of slights 
 The slow trickle of truth from a sewn mouth
The barbed knife, 
Insidious insinuation device 

Regardless the work is all mine, to refuse to find the hidden messages 
 To change my ears and the way that I hear things 
 And what I take to heart. 

 A place of limited space must not have an open gate policy 

 I must finally learn that all must earn their time 
For a kingdom of carefully crafted kindness