Parentheses

Parent.....................these
.............words
.....................please.

The uncemented title of this is falling
towards the indented body of the text.
What mauled letters are meant to come next?
Now these untended words are crawling
inside hyperextended parentheses
that bracket
half shat mistakes,
half baked splats
of ink that I think;
Excuses that stink.
I'm outside the brackets
but stink and racket slides idly out.

The grammar menagerie,
this clamor thats scary,
didn't invite me,
the subject.

It's alright.
Reject, delight, connect, excite, abject.

Just not with me.

It's apparent.
I'm a fascade. I'm a liar.
I'm a dangling modifier
in my own life.

Past Interference

Every morning when he woke up he searched through his clothing drawer to find the clothing that would not interfere with her perception of him. Every morning when she woke up she navigated her clothing drawer to retrieve the piece of clothing that would best influence his perception of her. He sought the best ways to influence her life with his prescence, while she bought the best ways to interfere with his. Every night, after their clothing mingled on the floor and their intentions mingled in the bed, they laid there unsatisfied and naked. He wanted to be naked to show her he was hiding nothing. She wanted to be naked to hide the fact he was nothing to her.