Thursday, February 28, 2008

All Thought

Do all other than it
Pick your dirty nails
Pretend idle boredom
Walk in square roots
But don’t think about it
Do all other than that
Chew your chapped lips
Listen to others conversing
Watch the intercourse
But don’t think about that
Tap, tap, tap
Tap the pen into writing life
It excludes you
It eludes you
Untouchable ice
Desperate in solitary
Unwanted loving iscolation
An ironic conundrum
You find friendship in the pages
You fated yourself to the temple palace
The padded room you are in
Inmate of your own concentration camp
Erosion will fade away to husk
A moth dead
The wind flutters your decaying wings
Laugh away from the anger
That watches you, red
You’ve tamed it to a scream
An explicit dull shriek
The shrill headache hiding just behind the lobotomy
Just that little measure unfelt
The dark glass holds the elixir
The needles of numb
The line of lies
The drink that dulls
All thought
Do all other than think
But don’t think about thought.

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