The Dubiety

By Matt Freire

You give me borborygmus
I oscillate in your dubiety
With you placed in my cusp
Peace would be a surety
I wish us on an antipode
Where time would congeal
Were sunsets would never corrode
Zazzles not tasted here
The sycophant would be my past
To them of better lives: true
Appendage to appendage
I’ll hear every sound that would lambent from you
So if you would like to try
En masse, I do
But
I fell to my knees
So I decided to fall on my face
I was given a chance but my past
Got in the way
And I think I’ve been erased
So yeah now you’ve got a taste
Of the skin behind the sideburns
I’ll leave it up to you
Now it’s your turn

So try and place my contortion
Which I know are distorted

Before I’m forced spit some more words
About this shadow force
That’s after me

It’s like the secret skeleton key
The flamboyant pea
The flowering tree
Too bad I need to find the ignition key
For me to find me
I disagree with this barbaric detainee
Of this docking fee
On mountain tea
I lie in wait in the pepper tree
For my jubilee the master key

Let me read your book
Let me feel your words
Let me fly away
Let me in won’t you
Lead me weave me wrap me in your words
Hold me help me understand you words
Distant places will you show to me
Faraway lands just for us to see
The book of you I reed
The thoughts in you I see
The dreamy places where you plot
Are the things I seek
Word me learn me enter in my head
Synapse fire all throughout my head
Sweet words you write on every page
Comfort my thoughts are you here to stay