I Am You Are

I am immedicable anyway. You are copywritten ideas.

I am an unstable podium. You are soft-focus meadows.

I am drifting towards. You are a coat-hanger.

I am books. You are the age of consent.

      One of us is a pseud.

I am an open idea. You are a disinterested onlooker.

I am an unfinished statue. You are featureless terrain.

I am unskilled in life. You are as vigilant as tattoos.

I am a workshop exit. You are inert.

      One of us is incompetent.

I am frayed down the middle. You are indecipherable.

I am rowdy or is it wordy? You are proper hardcore.

I am the ritual of diagnosis. You are a careless hoaxer.

I am a forgery. You are almost inevitable.

      One of us is insane.

I am the liturgy of the word. You are the toast.

I am ignominy. You are unasked-for redemption.

I am lost again. You are the nearness of popcorn.

I am the neglected. You are the thought.

      One of us is target practice.

I am all about the garden furniture. You are working-class escapology.

I am an anti-bacterial glove. You are almost wine.

I am heat. You are the lines on a map.

I am artistic. You are bludgeoning.

      One of us is a door.

I am neat alcohol. You are an emphatic voice.

I am a heedless contrarian. You are the lottery.

I am undeniably illegible. You are respite care.

I am ssshhhh. You are pffft.

      One of us is inarticulate.

I am part-time catatonic. You are pre-emptive.

I am a scrambled foothold. You are for illustrative purposes only.

I am rockburst (look it up). You are unfinished key lime pie.

I am kleptomania. You are vertigo.

      We are The Gods of All Things.