Oct 31, 2014 15:49
I have no idea where this attempt at creativity will go. But fuck-it. Let me write....
He met cognitive milestones for his age
Counting numbers on the interview room phone
Explaining his mom's mistaken rage
In punishing his math mistake with a broken bone
Hematoma auris sounds melodic
And in it's own way it is an elegant offense
But not every injury is so obviously traumatic
As a head slammed between the sides of a fence
It's less astonishing to me to see the splintered
The loss of control in exhaustion or dillusion
Than to see the subtleness of the addicted
Smiles or insolence can't reach the deluded (NOT THE RIGHT WORD...)
Okay, it's a start.