I can’t say itor I didn’t, at any rate
You keep putting colour to my headsaying it’s my mindbut I’m cursing and spittingthreats…
This object you have presented us withit’s hollowNo colour has stayed within the linesIn…
There’s an opening likeany otherthough nothing fits inside
The sculptured reticencea bliss of stone edgesfilling the gapsthe holes in imaginationthreatening to paint…
The defensive woundwon’t pay attention to its surroundingsmiredin broken skin & flinted wills…
This play has gonefar longer than it should haveTearing applausefrom the throats & hands of the…
Values go about erecting their own collage
Climbing the chemical ladderto the manifest nightmarehaunting this park this great…
The severity of this sentencechalked now along the linesthat I had swallowed earlierPushed up…