We build it in excuse me
or in my opinion.
Turn the words on their sides
and create ladders from careful sentences.
We wrap our hands
around the right tone rungs.
We climb through watchful walls
and guarded postures.
Set it behind plate glass mouths
while wit and tact pose
with firemen axes and large coat security.
They prepare to shatter the glass
at the first growl of an argument
to pull out corded apologies,
so we can escape the fiery comebacks
and smoke tinged disappointment.
Poetic Trials 