cell walls wrap their scrawny, muddy hands around my eyes, my mouth
they trap the minds of scavenging for food intellectuality
intel intel ecu ali ty
i could not care less about your meters and exclamations meriting
meriting merrying managing managing of stupidity borne of longing
for day of beckoning
i will start a sentence and i will write no rhymes i will use no commas i will make
no sense
and to your satisfaction perhaps in its only purpose of avoiding another speech another now now now which by all means is advocated and fueled by my own wish to fail in everything you teach i will never speak the truth
scraped off pupils violently yet romantically fall out of my eyes
burdened bur d nd flaming gorge of mouth which touch has known too little
but it is okay
i will still be able to sit and write words
that make no sense
