My own words taste stale
or like a favorite meal,
overindulged in too many times.
They knell in my head, a warning,
chewed on, still, out
They've grown dull at best, sickening, stomach turning in their worst
but I can't shut up.
loud and lusty,
the same old bull shit. I need a mute button and a
loss of ways to
write or the courage to choose from the menu,
something new. Monopolizing,
vacuous as rhyme.
a witness, I do solemnly swear
tart, suffer silence,
self-consuming, vain and vaulting verbiage.
Facts are vapid,
favored but my truth gritty on my tongue
as your honesty meanders by. I have to spit it
to save me, ask you what you can not answer..
If you could see me now, see me at all,
the burden of my song would shock you, the scandal of thieving seasons, the lyrics of
swelling heart, auditioning for a role I'm too
old to play now.
Ripen a new year without me, a chapter without my account, my
fluency is fleeing. Mourning molehills
If you want
to hear my voice, hearken now.
full of point and over bold
but for moments
The buffet's closing and I am not a
Get it while it's hot, fatten up and feast on what I've got
cause soon the words will
writhe, starved for your affection not
Supple once, superlative
stirred by sword, they'll stream lulled
and softened, oil colored,
A refrain, thickcoming but anew.
back in languor, languishing
in all you never said, lamenting
lack of valor but in sublimity of station,
I'll stun you with my strength of quiet.