incommodious vexation...

there are shadows in my closet
they are safer there, beneath stacked thoughts

i call on them to calculate value
a banked commodity of sleepness nights

but there too i have stashed my walled angel
she still bears her wings and feather, to which i appear

to have developed some allergy to confrontation
of her character, but reference it as mere subjection

i hold my shadows discreetly clothed behind doors, never translucent
or seen with the comedy in my erroring....of late

i assumed divorcing them would proof me sainthood, however
they presented their own counter suit, awarded visitation

anxiously i settled out of court for separate rooms, saving me
from their late night howling and incommodious vexation

bkmackenzie
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