Riley

An unread poem on my knees, you demand to see your kin, what lies in between, you always say you know, a fury on your lips, riven like a broken bone, am I allowed some ease, ablaze on the world's rim, beyond your perfect belief, even if truth is blown, a power beyond my ken, why always claim the show, wrapped within your rosary, polished dry by a whim, throw prayers back at me, say you want to atone, stroke her chubby chin, your lawyers don't say so, before you act judicially, please count with me to ten, think of love historically, a canto set to spill.