Oct 11, 2008 19:28
Slit wrists and clenched fists pack the same punch.
Both crave the cross winds,
and crushed metal.
Smiles pulled along with fumes,
depending on empty.
Whispering in pretend languages with intentions so real they’re flavored
Ability spent circling highlighted routes.
Crying in every direction.
Spit strewn on penmanship.
Drooling beasts suckle infants.
Meaning left a stop before,
shortchanged.
Laughter so over acted,
over paid,
and over drafted
everyone in earshot goes bankrupt.
(incomplete)