Poet or not; sometimes the meaning you form
From my words sting.
Perhaps. Sound spoken; merely
The rythmic motority
Of a machine -broken pistons, freyed wiring-
That take kind thoughts clean and pure and dispense
Words that hurt like
Soap in
A baby's eyes.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Poet or not; sometimes the meaning you form
From my words sting.
Perhaps. Sound spoken; merely
The rythmic motority
Of a machine -broken pistons, freyed wiring-
That take kind thoughts clean and pure and dispense
Words that hurt like
Soap in
A baby's eyes.
