I don't tell people
What I'm

Reading

I don't want them to
Know
What's inside

My head
My heart
My other soul

Can people have two souls,
or just one?

Who says?

Who told me / you so?

The other
Day / month / year / forever
I told the world
Nothing -

Felt great about it

Because so many of us
So so many of us

Really have nothing to give to the World

Except ourselves
Not words (oh' infallible, intangible, superfluous words)
That are nothing but mechanized
Weapons of Ego
Torment and
Typhonic heart

I would trade change for a word

Any day

I would trade this poem

For you

Everyday