(I hate) Bottled Dinghies
so while the world is drawing a blank, there is turmoil below
people have lost sight of their minds and hearts, their skin has become opaque
but the orchestra in the lobby was not taking care of us
it was the ghosts that were trained to do so
besides those who try desperately
to outshine the sun.
so many words to convey something, but it cannot be said straight
the honesty is acidic, perhaps the roof of your mouth
or some other device to conceal
the misfortune of your tongue.
hey someone you left behind something greater than you
but i give you my face for a mirror
my thoughts for a sidewalk
my brain for a chewtoy.