Noises
Overcrowding voices
Well intentioned facts figuring
******* figurines who wouldn't move otherwise
Fondling feelings of all the innermost spaces
No peace left to think
No left of center
Nor right way to finish this

I'll hang my hat here by the fire
and watch it's hot embers turn into cool coal
I'll hear the hunters pass politely by
As the spring draweth nigh
I'll wave goodbye as the vines cover my eyes
and the dirt and dust film up over my thighs
and chest quickly cover with surface rust
I'll bury the lust of hot words spewed in anger and fears
under flowers budding ever quickly from evaporated tears

I'm powering down
Wearing a frown
Disenfranchised with it all
How can I stand out in a crowd dressed in clashing colors
All shouting at once?

I'm cowering now
Under the brow
Of an angry man spited;
filling with more and more teeth marks
as the days hours and minutes count down on an ominous clock

There's a crowing **** in the yard where we all gathered once
His call is raspy and no one is listening anymore
All the more reason to bury myself in the gardens or in the forests
Only to awaken when whispers overpower shouts
And hot angry words turn into fading water spouts