You’re lying

Take electronic words
Pull out their wires and rearrange them
Make new finished phrases
That only suit my suspicion
Haven’t spoken a single word
Yet blasphemy runs in binary
And I’m yelling at the phone
But sound waves don’t sift
From speakers to your ears
Hands pierce screen with screams
Typing as quickly as thoughts
Can make nerve connections
with fingertips like the tainted ones
You used to graze my skin with
***** and repulsive
Let the light loosen from the
Backs of my eyes
Place down the hype
And let nicotine smooth my
Stuttering mind
Stuttering thumbs pulse a glass table
Energy escaping calming rational ready

I think you’re lying, can we talk?

~kb