keep knocking
cause i approve that sound
keep pounding
cause i hear the pounding sounding
through the metal in which i am drunk
and odourless
since i am long lost drowning
i'm minding my thought
since i am surveyed upon
and panic stricken
and panic sodden
then panic wrought
i'm scaling the walls
using the saliva on my scaleless paws
and the iris in my softening
in my frictionless gauze
is a lesion i was taught :
it's a pain to be about the task
i brought on myself
but here it resides ...
a vibration in thought
© Jon Thenes 2005
Disclaimer : This is unedited, except spelling. The original was written on a pair of disposable cleaning gloves in permanent marker. Much cheap red wine was involved. The title comes from the title of the film I think I was watching when the crime occurred. Thank you for your creative tolerance in this matter.
