My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
And they float away always just out of grasp
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
The soul leaked outward though my blood was not shed
And seeped through the ground, a melted moaning rasp
My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
Since I had not mine, he was the life I led
Until the spears he spoke brokened the heart’s clasp
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
Crumbling lexicon, babbling gibb’rish instead--
Dizzy fall. His glass eyes were widen and gasp
My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
I run, spilling remnants where, as I (were) tread
Haltingly, I faultingly sputter-stutt-spasp
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
I fall and watch him watch, the glass without dread
Once was the soul-spears-scalp-glass-and-ev’ry-asp--
My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
-LP
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
And they float away always just out of grasp
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
The soul leaked outward though my blood was not shed
And seeped through the ground, a melted moaning rasp
My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
Since I had not mine, he was the life I led
Until the spears he spoke brokened the heart’s clasp
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
Crumbling lexicon, babbling gibb’rish instead--
Dizzy fall. His glass eyes were widen and gasp
My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
I run, spilling remnants where, as I (were) tread
Haltingly, I faultingly sputter-stutt-spasp
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
I fall and watch him watch, the glass without dread
Once was the soul-spears-scalp-glass-and-ev’ry-asp--
My pieces slip out of the hole in my head
The silence is pulsing; my words are now dead.
-LP
