i forget to breathe
like water marks on ear marked pages
like pork barrel money being spent on monkey cages
as laughs resume in the halls next to whispers
and as ghost haunt all dawns
puckered faces
and pierced lips
holding on
became way too ambitious
i like the idea of ambition as much as i like the idea of anarchism
i am self governing, i rule my life, i have 10 fingers, and i've got a knife
we decided that life's going to be all right, fuck your noise