With our lips we keep our lips sharp
pursed whetting stones to push the air
over the bleeding edge
of feigned civility.
caught up in whiplash we act in tandem
jamming signals from signs
that read " don't tread '
carping 'bout the vitriol of honest venom
our black adders subtract to replenish
frothing at the mouth of the Ganges
To be at last
diminished.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
With our lips we keep our lips sharp
pursed whetting stones to push the air
over the bleeding edge
of feigned civility.
caught up in whiplash we act in tandem
jamming signals from signs
that read " don't tread '
carping 'bout the vitriol of honest venom
our black adders subtract to replenish
frothing at the mouth of the Ganges
To be at last
diminished.
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