I can see the weakness
in my own words- their
weary Translucence,
even as I
wind my euphemisms and parry
****
snip the comma off,
attempt to catch my thoughts
before venom leaks out
of my em-dash.
but I can't.
Won't.
take back any
noun I flung
And So.
as you
walk down the hall
I see my adjectives
Just-
dripping off your
neck
rolling down the corridor
fat, black
and innocuous
and somehow feel
that I have
completely failed
at English.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
I can see the weakness
in my own words- their
weary Translucence,
even as I
wind my euphemisms and parry
****
snip the comma off,
attempt to catch my thoughts
before venom leaks out
of my em-dash.
but I can't.
Won't.
take back any
noun I flung
And So.
as you
walk down the hall
I see my adjectives
Just-
dripping off your
neck
rolling down the corridor
fat, black
and innocuous
and somehow feel
that I have
completely failed
at English.
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