9.5.17

Where have our

words disappeared?

Every thing

is quiet.

meals : silent

sex : silent

television : silent

We stare,

we have become creatures

who interpret the world

through eyes, which are small

and weak and beautifully

pigmented,

not unlike my balls,

not unlike this heart

that beats

for you.

 

when will we release ourselves

from this?

when can i reclaim the life

that i remember?

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Written at 12:11 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.