Siren's chase plates
Down an alleyway
Fear is a taste
A tongue
Working is an errand
Lives are not a
stowaway
Tax return railway
Sport can't clause in sin
Only humanity
Burn their own bridge
And piliage within

A sign reads follow me
Into the trees
We explore
Whipping past branches
Lungs sore
We zigzag

Feel the passing breeze
Mistakes and chances
They walk on all fours
Close to the ledge
Dry cough
We drag

Lost in the weeds
A voice announces
On the floor
Crutched and wheezing
Still alive
We flee

[If you called to pick apart everything I say]

I didn't call to deconstruct
Plagiarize or pretend
The daily tone is easier
A very mild

Bl end

Sometimes I stutter
It's enough to want to speak
Eye contact is another

[Okay]

Of course it's a he
It's developmental play
You say she and they
Pronounce we
Forget the words
Open up
They are grey

Humanity on the table

I spoke my truth
Ignorant yet abled
Interested in our youth

Mouth trapped with anger

I waited for a word
Leaning on my cover

Let's go inside

Held by the sword
Marking a new path

It crumbled
My fable

Press play:

Sensitivity has a dilution
A crutch of pollution
Pull up your sleeves
Sign here; it's nothing
Delighted by gumption
Anger to please
I'm spending and speaking

Skipping while speeding

A life that is mine
Plural me is fine
Zebra in the room
Taste of a perfume
Dandruff nearby
Unlatched or able
Benched and be tabled


Ignore the zoom

Speaking directly;
You are inappropriate.

I'll talk to you tomorrow
I hear it and I swallow

I wish you would
A mirror

Time borrowed
The risk in speaking

Seems silenced
Weakened

Run.