Ignore me

Ignore me, why don't you?

If I saw you again it'd be too soon!
I can't stand you when you're quiet.
I'm here so please stay silent.
I love you with all my heart.
I despise you and your art.l
**** yourself and meet your end.
Why won't you speak to me again?

So these are the hills of home. Hazy tiers

nearly subliminal. To see them is to see
double, hear bad puns delivered with a wink.
An untoward familiarity.

Rising from my sleep, the road is more

and less the road. Around that bend are pale
houses, pairs of junipers. Then to look
reveals no more.