Apr 2013
The words are cement that stick to my tongue and the roof of my mouth
Molasses is the apathy that oozes from every pore of my beaten body[1]
I watched a man enter the bus, the same time, everyday, his wife waited
Today she was not there
His ring too, was gone[2]
I grow tired of writing, as I grew tired of speaking years previous
Semantic satiation of my everyday life
and I lost the will to live
There is no form, or rhythm
A shame considering the beauty of language[3]
She sits and stares through the wan window and wonders[4]
I avoid eye contact, physical contact
I refuse to acknowledge your existence
Solipsist *******[5]
What does it feel like to **** a man?
It hurts.[6]
Molasses is the apathy that oozes from every pore of my beaten body[1]
I watched a man enter the bus, the same time, everyday, his wife waited
Today she was not there
His ring too, was gone[2]
I grow tired of writing, as I grew tired of speaking years previous
Semantic satiation of my everyday life
and I lost the will to live
There is no form, or rhythm
A shame considering the beauty of language[3]
She sits and stares through the wan window and wonders[4]
I avoid eye contact, physical contact
I refuse to acknowledge your existence
Solipsist *******[5]
What does it feel like to **** a man?
It hurts.[6]
[1] For seventy four days the solemn man sat silent
Protesting the entitled youth and their incongruence
The poverty In Mali made him cry anguished tears
and the moon was watching
[2]Taller than I, with a wry smile and slicked back hair
James Dean was envious as our hero shed the jacket
and the hefty boots were now clouds as God arrived
[3]The English dictionary is a Burroughs novel for the ages
Run it through the shredder
and begin again
[4]Blonde haired princess, tied so tightly and I can smell the nicotine
Is my reflection handsome, or as hideous as the truth
Please look through me, I'm transparent
Transcendent I failed to be
[5]I apologise, family, colleagues, people of the street
[6][THIS HAS BEEN REDACTED]
Protesting the entitled youth and their incongruence
The poverty In Mali made him cry anguished tears
and the moon was watching
[2]Taller than I, with a wry smile and slicked back hair
James Dean was envious as our hero shed the jacket
and the hefty boots were now clouds as God arrived
[3]The English dictionary is a Burroughs novel for the ages
Run it through the shredder
and begin again
[4]Blonde haired princess, tied so tightly and I can smell the nicotine
Is my reflection handsome, or as hideous as the truth
Please look through me, I'm transparent
Transcendent I failed to be
[5]I apologise, family, colleagues, people of the street
[6][THIS HAS BEEN REDACTED]
