Turn this OFF!
Pouring from some noxious place
Green and rotting and graceful
Like some placemat momma
Pleading words falling on ears
That wish to every God and god
That they could
Just
Turn this OFF!
Singing oh GOD singing
Words that just come to mind
Falling down like stars
Never quite coming down
Can't be
Dust and glittering
Swatches of hair
Snatches of lyrics not words
Translated into odor
Malformed
Inside?
Right.
Looking for the handle so I can
Turn this OFF!
Is this where it ends?
Or at least where it begins to trail off
Ha. Joke's on them, I guess
Cause I can't
Turn this OFF!
Even if I wanted to
Burning
Like fish in oil sea
Caressing blackened hands
That strain and tumble heavenward
Clasped together in hope
Turn this OFF!
Maybe quiet and cry
Unpoetic, unlistening
What DOES it smell like
Standing there?
Asking me asking them asking me
Turn this OFF!
Confidential discovering
Fresh
Feeling
Like a strap
CRACK and crisp
Sharp, biting
Meaning in small loves and ones lost
Big loves and warm thoughts
Make a rain man cry
Instead
Should I
Turn this off?
