You would love to put me on trial.
Meanwhile,
my mind is full of words,
and in-yer-face neon signs,
...
my dark recollections
extensive selection
buried
but why
...
I think it through
analyse
then analyse the analysis
dissecting remembered conversations
...
where do they go
these emotions
that flow
the liquid gold
...
each conversation
is a game of consequences
at each point
at which I could have said
...