SOUR FLUFF (For K.)

Are you, my dear, afraid of the thoughts people think
when there is silence.
Is that why  you feel the need to fill every moment
and space with noise and bad puns
and blond jokes
and Jew jokes
and gay jokes
and bad jokes
spewing off your tongue as if it was no more then air
and loudness as if saying
HEY LOOK AT ME!
Why won't you look at me?
Why are you turning away?

I'd love to just peel back and find
the clockwork and gears inside you and turning 
more then this sour fluff
something more then these actions that  
scream INSECURITY! .. stupidity!
Stop trying to be so damn impressive to the world! 
Don't you know that
that is not the blood I seek?! 
This song and dance that you repeat...
This trivialness that keeps me barely intrigued.
Unlock this energy!
so filled and emerged with anger and passion and dreams
cautiously stifled - repressed! unleash it. unlock it and let  it go
This watered-down soul, is this all you ever show to the world? 
I want more!
Show me that there is strength admist the false confidence!
that there is soul admist the form.