Amongst,
the rhythm
and teeth
I thought,
it pacifies,
quietly
so quickly.
see now
how tightly,
our arms
have been
tied behind
our backs
(and it was
us who
bought
the cord)
and yet,
i flail my tongue
still,
hoping to
trap a square
that could
neutralize
all that
sad acid
rotting in
your gut
we
know
nothing
of the brain
and even
less of
the heart
but I feel
paralyzed
enough
to reach out
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
Amongst,
the rhythm
and teeth
I thought,
it pacifies,
quietly
so quickly.
see now
how tightly,
our arms
have been
tied behind
our backs
(and it was
us who
bought
the cord)
and yet,
i flail my tongue
still,
hoping to
trap a square
that could
neutralize
all that
sad acid
rotting in
your gut
we
know
nothing
of the brain
and even
less of
the heart
but I feel
paralyzed
enough
to reach out
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