what speaks louder that words are my words and the masses just whisper. Rabbits **** bears, timber exoskeletons crack, porcelain underbrush surrenders, those red strings nudge me to acknowledge it, the Shakespeareans are creeping in on purpose,
i've tried too hard to please this hardwood floor. Excuses: I am-- --walking on the body of a violin --measuring the plucked requirements of the craft, a melodic one. --forgetting my voice. I met your envelope of panic switch--vapor lights staring down on my skin. Pink elephants bound on crosses strung up in red --you stitched their brick hearts. I was welded to the screen door by the touch of a one-way street, epidemic voices are farming the cure for salvation before our cauterizing muzzle flashes
--the outline of your fleeing justice. I smell rain and why I fell in love with you, --you never write when you're angry