unspoken Voice say nothing as well as unwritten Words
Deeds done unnoticed, unheeded, are beheaded in quiet Solitude
private Executions in a Smokey courtyard, pulsing with Electronica
It's a Plain world and Fancy words don't do it justice
I rap Words ordinarily Lisping the loop to synch with a Caller:
Chattel, chatter, and chatting under azure Seas thru black Cables
I hear skin and touch tears
I lisp loops like a f*g being Scratched on an 80's Turntable
I wrote this poem in 2008. I was in Germany. I was almost 40 but not yet! The derogatory slang for a gay man may trigger. It has been sanitized to f*g. I hope you'll still be my friend. I hope you still trust my message.